So close... but yet, so far...
I'm not so sure how many more steps I can take...
Can it be helped?...
Can I be helped?...
or, will I be left?...
fleeing from myself,
all my unwanted thoughts,
dangerous wishes and fatal wants‐
forever seeking escape...
from me‐
leaping from one "get away" to another,
all while I side-eye a certain "permanent" solution
to my "temporary" hardships.
I am only...
one single step away from standing on the side that opposes life itself‐
who stands alongside hope,
the foe that, to this day continues to lie to my face‐
The very same that is, to this day,
is waiting for me to walk off into a world from which I will not return
But...
It's not like this world is a place that has or knows any kind of peace...
or, maybe it's just me‐
but if that's the case, then...
will I be able to kill my own doubt and disbelief?...
or will it be the inverse of that statement that takes place‐
Am I too far?...
to go retrieve and bring home‐
to be met where I'm at and led back‐
to be worth saving or, even "savable" at all‐
Can this be helped?...
Can I be helped?...
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.



Comments (1)
What I particularly loved was the way you explored the tension between longing and distance. It’s a powerful reminder of the emotional complexities we navigate when we feel close to something we can’t quite grasp. Your words beautifully portrayed the vulnerability that comes with those unfulfilled desires, and I found myself reflecting on moments in my own life where I’ve felt that same pull.