THE STRAW
I am scared, especially when that
Thought crosses my mind.
It’s like strolling past an expensive boutique,
Where beautiful pieces catch my eye,
Yet remain just out of reach.
Still, I pause to admire them,
Rather than altering my path.
For I know they are worth the longing.
It might be hard to wait for
A dream that may never come true,
But giving up is even harder
When you know it's everything you desire.
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