Hour 2 – 7:00 AM
A stirring of emotions
felt in the thick of my throat.
Where beneath your fear is a choice to make things clear.
When the option is left to you and your years are numbered.
You’ve got to make a choice on how you steer.
Remembering advice that was once so dear.
Let that propel you to your dreams, that are oh so near.
– J.C. ©
One thought on “Near Dreams”
That’s a lovely poem! Both sad and hopeful at the same time.