.
As the waves crash
Against the rocks,
Pearls of mist
Gently kiss my ankles…
I spread my arms,
Featherless wings.
Before the ocean
I feel so tiny…
The salty invitation
Tickles my tongue.
Goosebumps cover
My skin
Am I ready?
Am I really ready?
Yet again I wonder
Yet again I hesitate,
Because
Sometimes it’s hard
To know the difference
Between
Willing to die,
And wanting to
Live.
.
Meek attempt at Fandango new Story Starter Challenge. Picture borrowed from my dear friend from Journal d’une Plume.
Cyranny's Cove 
Whoa! Powerful words, Cyranny!
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Beautiful poem Cranny
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Well done. Not meek at all!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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wonderful poetry Cyranny! I loved it! ❤
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Sometimes even, it’s not being willing
To die or to live, it’s just wanting, praying
For the suffering to finally end
So we don’t have to pretend
Anymore
This brings me back to high school, I’m not as good as you but you inspire me! Beautiful poem. ❤
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