Sep 2018
It began as most things do,
with the softest of breaths
next came the leap, of faith
of risk, of character, forward
then arrived the water, harsh
the icy rush of consequence
and at the end of the chapter
there was absolutely nothing
but little traces in the wake.
with the softest of breaths
next came the leap, of faith
of risk, of character, forward
then arrived the water, harsh
the icy rush of consequence
and at the end of the chapter
there was absolutely nothing
but little traces in the wake.
Hello! It's been a while. I swear I'll post a little more now that I'm all settled at school and in my new place. This will be the first poem in my second book.
