One step forward,
An infinite number backwards.
Just when I think our heads are above the surface,
I am reminded of the sickening weight tied around my leg,
Dragging me down.
It was not me who put it on.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
