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FInding My Way II

perhaps
I'm not as captivating
or charismatic  
as the rest,
and when it comes  
to communication
I'm not always the best
 
I've never been
the sharpest dressed
nor the sharpest
of the tacksó
I'm not
the brightest
of the bulbs,
and
I've never had
much tact
 
I could write
a thousand poems,
but somehow
when it comes to you
I can't seem
to find the words

 
cat gripping
tightly  
at the tip  
of my tongue,
breath freezes
as it enters my lungs
 
yet, I'm still here
 
grasping at the straws,
gasping for air,
clasped within
the jaws
of this imagined  
despair
 
nervously
clawing away
at a crack
in the wall,
crawling my way
back to the surface
of it all
 
I'm
spreading my wings
for the very
first time,
I'm starting to sing
and learning to fly,
feeling so high
with my eyes to the sky
I'm finding my way
to a better life
NewBeginnings
Written by NewBeginnings
Published
Author's Note
I already had a poem by this title, but it fit well, and I couldn't think of a better one.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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