by Brianna G. Harte
Waking up to the world,
We may wonder if
the world laying before us
Is all we shall ever see.
For though with a sky so vast
And stars shining so bright,
Vines hold us back.
Our toes never to touch
Unless we find the secret.
One which the world keeps,
Guarded by the one we know all too well,
Regarded without respect
One who stands before impasses.
One hidden from view,
Watching, waiting for indecision.
Whether we shall touch starlight,
Or wander beyond familiar soil.
May you yearn.
And take steps on the road of curiosity.
May you face the one.
And not stop should your cause be true.
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