Thanks for the welcome and the response ICOT.
This poem is, you know, kind of open, but I guess I’ll rely on that this is all anonymous cuz I have to get this out somewhere…
they say
“shoot for the moon
at least you’ll land amongst the stars”
but
flying`s not as easy as it seems
sometimes I
soar so high and far
grasping for a shooting star
filled with trust and hope, no fear
and for a second it’s all clear
drawing closer to the moon
but then my fingers slip too soon
and once again I fall so far
don’t have a clue as to who You are
and there’s no landing somewhere near
all those feelings disappear
of joy, so free and pure and proud
again forlorn amongst the clouds…