It

It

A Poem by CrimsonHints

I chased it-
Got so close I could almost taste it-
Touch it;
Embrace it.

But I missed it-
Came so far and I didn't get it-
Hold it;
Keep it.

I yearned for it-
Almost lost myself in mourning for it-
Burning for it;
Fading for it.

But I rose above it-
Learned to train my thoughts against it-
For it;
Was my happy ending.

© 2016 CrimsonHints


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Added on October 21, 2015
Last Updated on February 16, 2016
Tags: it, poem, poetry, happy ending, ending