“Wishful…” – Throwback Thursday Poetry

I look at the world as I would a child —
hopeful, dreaming, ambitious.
I draw strength from a hidden fire —
exploding volcanoes,
sub-atomic particles.
I continue to dream fairytales,
I pursue a world which does not exist —
a wonderland,
a dream world.
I pretend to be strong,
to be invinscible —
I pretend but I am not.
And I am almost successful in all,
until I remember me,
until I feel,
until I ache.
Then I fall apart,
grow old,
and be born once again.


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