Bare
slowly, softly I let goThose dreams, those images, those ideas of a better me
becoming a burden of guilt on my shoulders
I stand bare
and all I have left are my steps onwards
the places I take myself
the people I choose to love
the Place I run to when I feel I cannot take another breath
it is bewildering
terrifying
to not know where I am going
I grip on to the things I do know
the things I can control
You
could be so beautiful
I hardly dare reach out to take hold of you
But love is not to grasp
but to be
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-06-28 at 01:25
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