Almost
- Randi Stewart
- Sep 12, 2019
- 2 min read
Reaching out,
Hand is at a grasp.
Trying to get there,
To the other side,
Yet something.
Just something,
Is stopping me.
Reaching again,
Finger tips touch.
As yet i fall again,
Almost reaching.
My strength,
Weakening at the core.
What more,
Can i endure?
I'm really trying here,
I am almost there.
Can you lend me,
Your hand?
Oh that is right,
I'm all on my own in this.
Thought there was one,
At least one.
But there is none,
To think i was so close.
So close to that other side.
Came in to this world,
I guess i'll leave,
Alone.
Where were you,
When i needed you?
To think,
I Almost trusted you.
When in reality,
I almost lost me.
More like,
I did lose me.
So here i am,
Trying to rebuild,
Rebuild everything,
To anything.
From what i did,
And did not.
I will build me,
A better me.
Hey there everyone, again i want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone and anyone who reads my poetry. you have no idea how much this means to me. it means a lot to me, like a lot. a young girl writing and sharing to the world is huge in my eyes, and then seeing how many people from other countries actually read it, that is amazing,
but anyways, to some what give you an idea on what this here poem is about, it is kind of complex in a way i guess. but to describe it to the best of my abilities, basically what i am saying here is that even when you think your almost to your main destination in life, something or someone will hold you back, even though they claim that they will be there, and then wind up not. makes you feel more alone in the world than you ever have, know what i'm saying here? sometimes things are just better off done on your own.
hopefully you all like this one here.
Happy reading y'all !
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