Visas,
Poetry,
Money,
Health,
Each hold a title upon myself.
It became too much,
I put my life on pause,
I didn't know we should rest,
rather than succumb to chores.
They say through every great fall,
you should rise and see light,
But what if my rise,
is 6,000 miles out of sight?
I don't write this poem to upset you,
nor should you feel depression like I,
I'm just stuck at a distance,
since love caught my eye.
©loopster
L