The morning was bright and cheery,
last night was my complete enemy
I tried to hold the unnecessary voices
That contradicts my affirmations to myself.
So I look up to the bright sun,
and breathe to sooth my sanity
I would usually do my daily devotions,
pray that I could sharpen my purpose,
have a firm wise decision,
believing that I could pass through this hell of exhaustion.
It will never be easy to be consistent to be the best version
of thy high ideal self,
because the more you pressure,
repress your capability there more conflicts will happen.
Others will only stood there criticizing you for not being good enough,
then I tell myself, who cares?
I take a hold of my emotions,
by not talking back and face them pretending that I am listening.
YOU ARE READING
her say
Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
