reaching stretching barely grazing with my fingertips
I know I could grasp it if my arm were just a bit longer
If I held on a bit longer
If I put everything I had into it
aye there's the rub
do I dare?
Do I ever give all of myself?
The past has taught me the pain of offering myself so freely
Yet the belief of how sweet surrender could be if fear did not prohibit drives me forward
Then caution paralyzes me
could it ever really be for me?
is it possible?
will I ever be enough?
perhaps if reached out a little bit further...
JenRid
This poem also speaks to my stubbornness. And it speaks to the hope that never quite dies in me. I am surprised it is so resilient.
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