the wheel


the wheel

tethered to the ground
by hopes & dreams & memories of happy times

what if

made me who i am

i'm me now, regardless
patches & scars & frayed edges
a part of me, the whole

i live the night still
in fear
on the edge of a precipice
wind in a vortex
cathching me up in it

living moment by moment
past the looks & stares
forgetting the system's snares
if only for a moment

i can be safe living in my skin
a second is a precious gift
no room for hate

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

ryotboi’s Poems (19)

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