
Intense, tremendous purpose in life,
wanting to aim for more?
to alleviate strife,
being aware of every good deed
ever performed,
heart pulsates,
arms wide open,
what has truly begun?
Hands embrace memories
like wanting time.
Uplifting moments make me
feel I’m floating on thin air,
then billowing, cushiony,
supporting me,
allow these thoughtful clouds,
will I even dare?
And hence, I am grateful,
so in wonder at the clarity provided
to me,
undermining myself again?
I will not,
I am essentially free.
Or is this the beginning of a downfall,
precarious yet clear to see?
I must tread carefully,
for where will illegitimate decisions lead me?
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Balancing on the knife’s edge. A lovely poem, Lauren. ❤️
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Much appreciated, Jeff. Thank you 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Lauren. Have a lovely rest of your week, my friend. ❤️
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And the same to you, my dear Jeff! 🙂 ❤
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