Everyone has one
Their own Ukraine. You completely are but your not.
It was serene harsh from every direction, courage
that’s the only way to deal with looking no – moving, forward.
Its distant from now, the trees were large and matched March.
Everyone has one
Their own Long Beach. You are but your not.
You’ve known it and you are it and you love it but
Its only the majority of your minimal mind.
It’s the place that has the mold of you in it. But I cant see a future.
Then comes the hope.
Everyone has one
Their own Nice, France. Oh my gosh the wonders that were ahead.
Daydreaming of the house on the Mediterranean ocean.
Astonishment.
black pause of awe.
out of this world pain.
Recovery time.
The door slammed so hard it resounded shut.
Courage baby, there are tears on your cheek.
Everyone has one
Their own Australia. The easiest way to get away. For now.
It is the beginning of courage, the looking.
Stairs inside your chest of excitement,
Anticipating the stairs going higher
until
Breath, you haven’t gotten there yet
Everyone has one
Most don’t know what it is.
It is the opportunity
the pout of waiting.
I know it hurts baby.
I know time is gone but you aren’t.
Courage baby, there are tears on your cheek.
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