I let it go.
It passed through me,
I had a chance to catch it but it is now gone.
Now, it floats beyond
Until it will pass through someone else.
Vanishing my from thoughts
Unable to birth the desires
And the thoughts deep within.
From my mistake,
May you catch the essence,
The confirmed beliefs that will make you great
I will read of your efforts and hopefully learn my lesson.
Or maybe it was not meant to be…
It will never be known.
It will pass over again,
Catching me by surprise.
I will grasp it, coddle it, hold it close,
Let it incubate and then flow out into a beautiful river of epiphany.
What was a writer’s agony,
Will be their destiny.