Changing CourseA Poem by Bear Girl
Baby steps,
Quietly retreating with care - A little here, a little there. My grip is slipping, I keep on tripping, How far should I reach out my hand? Waves wash imprints from sand, Until only one set remains. How did I not see, I'm not as important to you as you are to me? Baby steps are all it takes to change a path. © 2017 Bear Girl |
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