Fragments

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Desperate trembles
Choked-up embraces
Goals fulfilled
Prayers unanswered

Transitioning
to adulthood
to responsibility
 to lust
to love
to life
and back again

Learning to let go
attempting to
let my soul
be

Be it blind with ambition,
paralyzed by loss
or inundated by inexperience.

Perhaps it's not what has been gained
but what has remained

Of which is much
that has stayed precisely
the same.

Fragments of a broken dream
unfulfilled
slipping through
the cracks of helpless fingers

escaping containment
flying toward constellations
I will never reach

At year's end, much is left unreported
What's a headline
if there's no story?

With a new moon shifting
I remain
stagnant
in what I am and try to be

No matter.
I'll just splinter
into different strands of the
same tangent

And hope for the best