Poetry

I used

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To think blowing on a dandelion would grant me a wish

Now I know it won’t, but the fun of blowing it away is still tempting.

Looking back at those times when I was innocent, everything was so simple and beautiful.

Things are more in-depth, and emotions, feelings, and decisions can change everything around me.

The answers and questions become more, but I cannot ignore that something feels off, and all I wish for is for what is wrong to come clear.

I used to see so much, and now it’s all in a fog that feels like it won’t be lifting anytime soon.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes