I need something.
It’s out of reach.
In those moments
when life is slowed
to a barren pace,
it’s then our worries
manifest themselves.
Like being told
you’re not needed,
without wanting
to be explained.
It’s just real
when fear returns.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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I need something.
It’s out of reach.
In those moments
when life is slowed
to a barren pace,
it’s then our worries
manifest themselves.
Like being told
you’re not needed,
without wanting
to be explained.
It’s just real
when fear returns.
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