They say a perfect job
Starts with a well tailored suit
She's yet to order hers
But what's the need
Her soul is tired already
She became poor , anonymous and forgotten
She thought she was strong,
But couldn't stand on her two feet
"With time I'll be able to do the things that run in my mind" She said
Her mind told her to do things she never did
Teaching her through life
Building a bridge between thinking and doing
But her body wasn't ready for anything
Until she forgot about everything
She's trying to walk on a new path
Where she will judge less and love more
And through the suffering, she become a sharp knife
That could probably cut anything
#untold story
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PoesiaJust for fun writing . I have been writing Piece and verses for as long as I can remember. I have returned to writing as a way to overcome my overthinking abilities and keep my mind alive. Getting published is not a main concern. I love to write I...
