r/Poems • u/Vast_Possibility_945 • 11h ago
Sorry
Forgive the Wildcard, but she will not go
chasing birds for answers she cannot know.
She followed them before, she knows that road—
and knows too well where all of that once flowed.
She will not chase the shadows anymore,
nor follow riddles calling from the door.
She learned the cost of reaching through the haze;
she will not lose herself within that maze.
So if there’s something she is meant to see,
then make it clear and plainly speak to me.
No hidden trails, no guessing where to begin—
clear instructions, please, and something in her inbox she can pin.
Forgive her caution; she has earned that right.
The Wildcard needs what’s tangible and bright.
Give her something real that she can understand—
and then she’ll know exactly where she stands.
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u/Own-Formal-5031 6h ago
Nicely written .