Spiral stairs of thoughts
Flow in the abyss for naught
Ascending on the slabs of dreams
There's nothing left to feel.
Heights become unseen
When you dig deep within,
Towers of doubt proclaim
"You'll have to up your game."
Stuck in the rut
Just isn't becoming of us
All it takes is a little guts
To get back on the track.
Gathering the courage to move on
We eventually find our truest form
Daring ourselves to continue
We push ourselves out of the blue.
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CELESTIA
PoetryCelestia is an amalgamation of thoughts, words and emotions that come together in the chaos of felicity. Cover made by the amazingly talented @impishlyawarlock . Poem #13 has a special mention in the 'Poetic Expedition' contest hosted by @Ambassado...
