A moment of confusion
Of whether or not
A longing for answers
When things look the darkest.
I shiver as I consider
Possibilities, consequences
I dread the travel back
To the beginning
Where voices around
State what I should attend to.
A cacophony of noises
An influx of wishes
Demanding recognition
Sole winner of the moment
And the years to come.
Shall it be mine
Or a wish repressed
To welcome the desolate soul
Into a moment of relief
Short-lived, but still there.
Keep writing, Jily. You're getting good at it :)
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