I now stand here in the lobby,
Wondering where I should start,
My heart full of worries,
My mind trying to restart.
My steps consumed distance,
Slowly moving to the door entrance,
Wanting to hold back for a chance,
But neither the option has a glance.
A warm welcome is serve,
Organized workstation is reserve,
I can't imagine the words to observe,
Do this treatment conclude
what I deserve?
I talked to them regarding my concern,
I doubt my skills to learn,
Maybe I should get the passage to return,
'Cause this place feel like thorn.
The Head of the Team speak,
"You are not here, because you are weak."
"Maybe you are bothered when to peak."
"Cause you believe you're not one of the clique."
But let me tell you this,
"Once you own that sentiment and
live your life hanging onto it,
You will never know the truth about your strength."
"You will forever doubt your ability
because you allowed yourself to
believe on limitations."
Grow in tears of pushing your limitations,
not on patronizing beliefs
that limited capabilities
should stay where they are.
PS. God bless you all. I hope you love this part. Thank you.😁
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Don't Settle
PoesiaStories came with a title. They don't let you indulge on the road that seems no direction at all. To continue, you have to be precise to where you should be going in the first place. Once settled, the description of the story itself, must coordi...
