Mistake
My friends beckoned me,
“We’ll teach you to swim.”
I shook my head “No,” I thought,
“I will truly drown.”
So I lived through my books on the stable, safe ground.
“Come,” said my family,
“We’ll teach you how to fly.”
No, I proclaimed,
"I will surely fall"
So I sat with my booked life and politely curse them all
“Come” He said,
“I will show you what love is”
No, I cried,
"My heart shall surely break"
But I trusted him anyway
And that was my Mistake
This poem is about:
Me