Mitch Christian

The Long

A part,
Yet not together
Confidence a feather.

Told to need,
Have heart
Not knowing how to start.

Mind there,
A hiking trip of fear.

To touch,
Reach out
Frozen by their shouts.

Solace found,
Timed in bits
Friendships born by act of wit.

Yo-yo self,
Lost again
Waft around another bend.

Thoughts align,
Connected crowd
Share a dream upon a cloud.

Passed the tense,
Future’s free
Questioning what to be.

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