Started anew,
a different fragrance of stirring experiences,
holding me accountable
of what I just breathed.
I became voiceless,
unable to flower them with my words,
so I write,
not for them,
but for me,
to my satisfaction,
and contentment —
Yet someone inescapable
have come to arrest me in view to a fact that,
I have turned my back when I saw the bumpy road I am taking,
Who was it?
Why would I be scared?
It was me.
The different me.
The healed me.
The happier me.
" You wouldn't dare to turn your back
on the things that you have planned for
all your life. I am here, you created me.
Believe in yourself and you will meet me. "
and it was at that moment,
I knew—
I have succeeded and will succeed.
merMia
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A Perspective
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
