Possibility Poem by simone smit
Possibility
I lay down on his breath and
it cushioned me
through a night of restless
possibilities
a shock absorber making
travelled roads seem
possible
and only when the sun
came up did
my body feel
hard ground sending
a battle cry straight through
me to be
realised enshrined created through
my own breath with
the knowledge that every
possible
breath ahead
will hold the same
limitless crying striving
possibility
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5/17/2024 7:53:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simone, however old the 'love is a journey' metaphor may be, you make it fresh again. Nice work.