Stepping Stones
And I am sorry if I hurt you.
But we were balancing on a stepping stone.
One that was beautiful none-the-less
But darling we had kingdoms in our horizons.
That I could not see
From our little stepping stone.
And now,
I am forever grateful to you,
For pushing me away from your chest
And towards my kingdom come.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.