I peered through the window
Caught a yellow light
I longed to stand in its warmth
Caught a wave of nostalgia
I borrowed deeply-sold feelings
Caught a glimpse of fake perfection
I wanted to feel the imitation life
Caught a case of the reality blues
I smelled the roses
Caught my sleeve on a thorn
I drove on past the window
Caught my breath
I woke up
Caught the sign ahead
I learned hope will be closed
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psychologistmimi 
I felt hopeless with my son…
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oh no!
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So beautifully written.x
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thank you so much for the kind note 🙂
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Excellent 🙂 I love the line “Caught my sleeve on a thorn” and its placement just after smelling the roses – clever 🙂
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aww. thanks. 🙂 hope you are doing well this week. cheers
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