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by Richard Vince

Am I seeking a way in or
A way out? My world became
Smaller than I realised while
I wasn’t looking; perhaps my
Real need is to expand beyond
The tiny box I built myself.

Friends moved on, or so it
Seemed: perhaps the reality
Is that I forgot how to talk
To them, even how to
Make them in the first place.

Big talk grows from small as
Receptive hearts open, but
I forget and try to sneak
Feelings that don’t fit,
Like a spring tide inundating
An unsuspecting shore.

I can count my friends, but
Can I count on them?
If I close my eyes and
Allow myself to fall back,
Will I find that there is
No one to catch me?

09/24/2019

Posted on 10/26/2019
Copyright © 2020 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/26/19 at 04:39 PM

Good one Richard; these lines especially stuck with me: I wasn’t looking; perhaps my Real need is to expand beyond The tiny box I built myself.

Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/25/20 at 08:38 PM

I am currently in that tiny box. Really enjoyed reading this.

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