Must Be The Last
First heartbreak, shall I say?
Never been this crushed since first day.
Restraining to let the water flow,
Blocked the passage with a pebble from the crow.
Too repressed to think it was small,
It was a boulder I was carrying after all.
I did not notice, I built a wall
Eventually, I felt small and terrible - unable to stand tall.
Gradually, I let the water flow.
A decision I made necessary so I could fall.
In that moment, I now realized,
I forgot about the power of self-control.
Gratefully, His teachings manifested and materialized.
Sometimes, you just need to embrace your nature
And let yourself see your real picture.
I needed to let the water drip or gush down
So I could be found
For I was blinded by my own clown.
Lost in the dark room,
Trying to see a hole, pushing my eyes to zoom.
I must say, "the struggle is real."
But the reason is meaningful now that it is clear.
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A Roadtrip In Mind
PoetryThis is a work of POETRY. Take a step on the road of "how i see EVERYTHING." Beware of the mispelled words, wrong grammar and/or diction. Thanks!
