i see a lot of myself in you,
the happy pieces all set for rue.
the burning desires crumpled to ashes,
as your failures at you lashes.
the dieing passion, i can see;
of that my friend you have to be free.
there's no easy way out,
and that's what life's about.
it isn't about climbing the mountains - tall and mighty.
it is in the small steps you take,
the small wins you get,
the small fights you pick up,
the growing courage to try new things,
getting over the fear of not trusting your wings.
accepting changes here and there,
healing bruises through wear and tear.
life isn't about staying afloat,
neither is it about sinking.
it is about knowing what to do in either situations.
it is about navigating through,
understanding the dark and light.
accepting the grey areas.
tied down are we to our limited beliefs,
life has always presented us with opportunities to take the leaps.
it all boils down to - are we ready?
ready, not as in perfectly prepared.
but ready as in imperfectly dedicated.
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Поэзияhere's something dedicated to the poetry world, im no where near to even good in this field and also i am trying to nurture this! with which i hope you guys enjoy it out here. reviews would be appreciated. 🕊♥️
