Poetry (words)

Morning 

Sometimes the slightest hint of moving forward makes you stop and look back. A last glance at what you’re leaving behind can make you question everything. 

Choices are clear though and It’s hard to keep chipping away at walls. People hide behind the barrier they choose. I’m tired of hiding now. 

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