In the quiet essence of my heart, I know you've long forgotten me.
The hours I spend thinking of you feel endless.
At first, I thought the day would come when I might grow to hate you -
but as time passed, I realised my love for you only deepens.
It feels as if time itself has frozen still,
as if you will forever remain a dream - too near to release, yet too far to hold.
And perhaps... that is for the best.
Maybe I've already drowned.
Maybe this weight is the sea pressing against my lungs,
Like an anchor sinking into the ocean sand,
or the waves that kiss the shore only to be pulled away again.
Maybe I'm meant to be carried off,
like pollen on a gentle wind,
or on the backs of buzzing bees,
only to fall away like stray glitter from a cover sheet.
Maybe I'm a river, forever bending and breaking into myself,
or the fish swimming upstream,
only to begin life once more at the bottom.
Maybe I'm all of these things-
like a clock, moving only to meet its own hands again,
or rain that fills the earth, only to cradle the skies anew.
Maybe I'm a road that leads back to its own beginning,
Like a path sloping upward on both sides,
one with no ends at all.
Maybe I am all that.
Maybe that's all I am.
And maybe... that's all I am meant to be.
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Maybe I Am
PoetryMaybe I Am is a journey inward-through tides that return, rivers that fold into themselves, and roads with no end-searching for who I am, and if I was always meant to be this way.
