The Unreachable
I see it there, I know the way,
Yet something pulls, something sways.
A breath too short, a step too slow,
Always close, but never home.
I reach, I wait, I try again,
The road curves, the path bends.
The closer I get, the further it seems,
Like chasing light inside a dream.
The unreachable sits just out of sight,
Close enough to spark the fight.
A step, a stretch, a hand held high,
Yet it drifts like clouds in the sky.
I chase, I climb, I run, I reach,
It stays just past my fingertips’ breach.
Not too far, not too near,
Just enough to keep it clear.
Maybe it’s not meant to hold,
Not to grasp, not to fold.
Maybe wanting, not having, is key.
Maybe the unreachable is not meant to Be.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
The unreachable sits just out of sight
It is in how you look at things to help solve issues or not.
This is great! Thank you! 😊💗💕
It's very interesting to portray the idea of unattainability with such a rapid, quick-fire exchange of lines. It paints a picture of serial disappointment and the foregone conclusion of failure. It all points towards your penultimate line "Maybe wanting, not having, is key" as some kind of resolution to the frustration.
This is such a beautifully frustrating piece—like the poetic embodiment of trying to catch smoke with your hands.
That is the journey of life through I am so frustrated now but through this your poets I will not give up