Thing

I think of this
more than I should
Not like I can’t
although I would

I find my mind
wanders away…
Perhaps we’ll meet
another day.

And oh the places
that I go
when I have lead
my self astray…

In waking dreams
I ebb and flow
Again digress;
It’s not a game.

In fear I hide
It keeps me safe
What will it cost
to stay the same

So is the thing
for all It’s worth
better conceived
and never birthed?

Reviews

[Mk.t.g]

"I find my mind
wanders away…
Perhaps we’ll meet
another day."
The uncertainty and hope that these lines hold are commendable. I absolutely loved this poem, Elle_morell!

[Coyote Poetry]

I do believe. The mind, the imagination must be excited first. When someone stayed in our mind. We hope for a miracle. I liked the flow of thoughts and the questions, you asked. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

never birth...sometimes we are more afraid of reaching our dreams than not reaching them.
And we end up staying in place and missing out.
j.

[willweb]

I guess to answer that we would have to see how this "thing" goes. I like to lean on, "nothing ventured, nothing gained" but that is just me because I know there have been some "things" that after all was said and done, I have asked the same question. Nicely crafted, the flow of this works good.