Life after Falling

Wrote this when I was in like 13. Looking to see if I got better?

Weak or strong?

Houses built on sand will fall as love to just one heart.

Futures are not set in stone but shift and move apart.

Disregarded.

Fool.

I made myself believe those truths to be lies.

I sheltered in that thought and I hoped that I would fly.

SHOT DOWN.

I cried.

upon the grave of some spetcter I had sought.

Some memory of an adoration I wish I had forgot.

My vigil was long...

After this era I stood up and wiped my face.

My eyes looked for the grave but something else was in it's place.

Possibility.

Author's Note

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