One of these days will find you
At the needle tip of what was to be and what will be
You feel the weight of immense gravity
Be courageous yet as vulnerable as a child
Gravity, you need to find the strength to rise above
Child-like, you open that magical door to your dreams
Above and beyond the realities you know to be true
Dreams are made, they are made to be realised
True and false exist in such a narrow myopic realm.
Today is the 26th day of the OctPoWriMo Poetry Writing Challenge 2015. The prompt today was to write a loop poem as follows:
- Take the last word of a line. Skip a line. Use that word as the first word of that line.