Even on days I want to discard away,
I won't evade, no matter what comes my way.
I'll persist, let go, even if I stumble and fall,
For this won't change my heart, the strongest of all.
Though it may seem near breaking, I won't shed a tear,
In an unknown place, I'll endure without fear.
Though I'll nearly fall many times, it's true,
Alone, I'll reach out, alone, I'll stand anew.
My heart feels the pressure, screams in my chest,
Yet, I'll tighten my fists, facing what's best.
More tears may flow in the future, it's plain to see,
But I'll aim for tomorrow, where my smile will be free.
I'll reclaim the forgotten joy that was once mine,
Head held high, walking forward, my inner light will shine.
In the end, all I have is me, resolute and strong,
For through the trials of life, I'll prove I belong.
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It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
