Falling Hard

I don’t ever want to look back on the person I was.

She was young and hopeful for a poem I now have.

Holding on tight to something so real it lights a storm.

A gaze to light an electric storm with a lovely undertone.

Praying that this won’t ever fall away and leave me broken.

Agony may envelop her but so will the creativity.

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