I reach my arms out,
Towards the sky
Because they always
Tell me to reach for
The Stars
After what felt like
Infinity, I realized
My arms are much
Too short. I grab a
Chair to stand on.
I'm still too small.
I place more items
Under my feet, hoping
To get anywhere closer.
I'm almost there.
Just as I reach out to
Grab my star, I
Hear freaking beneath
Me. I look down to my
Tower swaying dangerously.
But I'm so close! I
Try to reach out again,
Farther, but the shaking
Is too much. I try to
Hold onto something,
But nothing is there to
Steady me. I start to
Slip, seeing my dream-
MY STAR- fly too far
Away for anyone.
All I can do is fall. Forever.
When I finally hit the
Infinite bottom, all
I can see is my star,
Farther away than ever before.
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Depression, Anxiety, and Fear, OH MY!
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories from my own brilliant mind. There'll be some serious, and there'll be some humorous. Depends on my mood at that time. Enjoy.
