Walking over a puddle of water,
Kicking a pebble in your way,
Only to fall,
Face down to the ground.
It hurts doesn't it?
The feel of the muddy water,
Or the hard concrete,
Struggling to get up.
But you do,
No matter the clumsy mistakes,
You continue,
With your head down.
Walking in a crowd,
Not feeling your vibe,
Everyone's around their types,
And you're just passing through.
So you realize your kaleidoscope of colours,
Stopped yourself, sidetracked,
Turns back,
Only to see that you were the colour to all the rest.
YOU ARE READING
One Step Back, Two Steps Forward
PoesíaPoetry written for the hopeful, the ones that sparkle.
