Once upon a time there was a jellyfish.
We'll call it You.
You became lost sometimes
You could be a little unsure
You tried very hard
But sometimes it didn't feel like enough.
I hate to spoil the ending
But
You is fine
You is still here
You is going to make it.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
