I sit atop a lonely mountain
Watching others play
Perhaps I’ll get to join them
Someday…
I’ll climb the trees
Scrape my knees
And if I feel brave
Boldly march
Into the dark
Of some old spooky cave
I’ll roam the hills
Explore the wilds
I will venture far and wide
I won’t be withheld
I will face the world
No longer will I hide
But for now I’ll sit
On my lonely mountain top
Living out adventures in my head
I’m not ready for the world
Just yet
Inspired by Kira’s Sunday Scribble
Love this!
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Thanks you, as always π
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Always a pleasure. π
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I tell myself someday…everyday
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Such a great story to your poem. Extremely relatable. π
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Thank you π
And thank you for the inspiration
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