A pool of possibilities 


I soak in a pool of all the possibilities 

I sit in my sorrow of what never was 

An adult’s mind 

A child’s memories 

I can never be more than I was

The water rises past my nose 

And I breath in the pain of drowning 

To be sober 

To feel what’s been bubbling below the surface 

The cycle of grief I thought I would never know is now all that I feel. 

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  1. I remember being a child when life seemed so simplified and today try to make it as simple as possible (although it seems hard to do at times).
    Thanks for sharing 👍

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