maybe i can be

she sat near the water, letting her mind grow wider

breathing in dusk and exhaling with every fiber

the sun was pulling the water up towards it’s chin

tucking itself away into the center of the horizon

scooting closer to the edge, her breaths got softer

watching the bugs scurry in circles atop the water

they tire out and give into wherever they end up

there’s a conversation nearby, soon to interrupt

standing up, she distanced herself from the shore

grabbing pen and paper, as she felt the more

running in circles used to take up the whole day

asking how long she’d have to cry until she felt okay

I remember how lost I was, in love? couldn’t be

for I’ve learned that the truest love sets us free

maybe lost in wishes, forgetting to reflect

maybe lost in control, never able to accept

then I found myself, only to lose myself again

but it’s different this time, the how and the when

i get lost in books, in smiles, in dance, and in love

lost in the everyday horizon, like the one above

here, the world feels big enough to dream and small enough to rest

so she lets the wind play with her hair and the heat hug her chest

she accepts and she reflects, losing herself in the present moment

yet finding herself in within these words, thinking maybe i can be a poet