we don’t realize how precious something is, until a moment where everything is unveiled in front of us. Simple said, complicated with feelings, yet beautifully worded.
The poem began as storytelling, which had a special moment that hooked me into the poem.
And then there are some really unique parts, like:
“The sun was hugging the horizon as evening
began to swallow the day,”
Also the fresh wildflower garnishing the trembling hands. And the ending that left me in an awe. “and making peace with the fluidity of happiness.”
Being imperfect, but having confidence in yourself that you have goo qualities. Yet being afraid of rejection. You get away from your post hoping, settling yourself hoping happiness will come your way.