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I am Still That Child
in awe of a world
too big to be imagined,
a small piece of me
left behind with each detour
unsure if I would ever
find my way home again,
unsure if there ever was
anything to be found
too big to be imagined,
a small piece of me
left behind with each detour
unsure if I would ever
find my way home again,
unsure if there ever was
anything to be found
Published 9th Mar 2020
| Edited 10th Mar 2020
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Anonymous
9th Mar 2020 11:54pm
Excellent, Edward.
This is very philosophical. We press on, thinking what we need is on the other side of the shopping mall - only to end up consulting the map for what we missed along the way.
It should be "too big to be".
This is very philosophical. We press on, thinking what we need is on the other side of the shopping mall - only to end up consulting the map for what we missed along the way.
It should be "too big to be".
10th Mar 2020 00:05am
Thanks for the comment. I had one of those " why dont i feel like an adult" moments a couple days ago.
Ill fix the typo
Ill fix the typo
10th Mar 2020 3:55pm
I love the leaving a piece of you behind at the forks in the road ( or detours ). There is only going forward, never looking back; remember Lot's wife. . .metaphorically, of course. I enjoyed the philosophical nature of this, and edited your themes to add philosophical accordingly.
10th Mar 2020 7:31pm
10th Apr 2020 3:41am
I do think we all feel this to some extent... I can certainly relate. Thanks for sharing this, Edward! Worded very beautifully in its brevity. I read a few of your poems and I like your writing :)
26th Apr 2020 4:40pm
