Every Day
Every day I sit behind it.
Every day I sit behind the thing that I strive for.
The thing that keeps my heart out of darkness and my mind in the future.
Every day it seems harder,
As I grow, it disappears.
It’s light fading away, guiding others.
But not me.
Every day I feel it come closer.
But drifting away.
For I am lost,
But every day
I
Am
Found.
Copyright © Rowan Haddock | Year Posted 2014
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