Every Five Steps

I don’t hate it when things get taken away from me,

I know there’s a bigger plan in mind.

Someone, somewhere, is moving my pawn to places I’m too blind to see,

I can’t question it. I can’t hope for control.

Because control has often evaded me, happy endings have dodged my 

Firmest of beliefs, my most insistent of tries.

I’ve placed my heart on things of great importance, and in 

One second, they’ve left me.

And onto greater things, I keep moving, stumbling every five steps,

Scared to see what my master has blinded me from

Next, but it’s always something brighter. 

The light shines still, the hope submerges

And resurfaces

And resurfaces

And I can never see where my pawn is being moved, and I can’t hope for control

Because every time something has been taken away from me

Has been the best time of my life.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Autumn]

I really like the idea of this poem, when I first read the title I thought it would be a poem with 5-step-tempo, like 5 verses, 5 paragraphs

Maybe you could express more about the meaning of the 5 steps? 5 Things that follows the stumble, 5 things that occurs before the stumble, 5 hopes?

Although like that I would see it more organised as a prose rather than a poem in itself, but it's actually very well written, and very soft.