A person held his own life,
With his own rifle,
And took it away .
It's called suicide .
Another ,
Had his own happiness at hello,
He almost burst,
He pushed it away himself,
He set his own soul on fire,
And yes, he cried, snoot and all,
Oh, hello sadist.
Then One day he meets her,
He had called her a penny,
His magic penny.
Untill one day she leaked her full lips,
And her real name rolled out on her tongue
'Gratitude'.
She opened his eyes,
''Acknowledge the little things''she said
"You start there"
He paused that thought
He paused to remember ,
To love himself again
He paused to be thankful.
He healed in the process,
He found his peace,
He found his own fire again,
Now his pocket was full,
He could even offer happiness.
He held and caressed his penny,
His magic , golden penny.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
