Life isn't about finding yourselves,
but creating yourselves.
Just like a blank canvas,
Where each stroke tells our stories.
Not every line is perfect,
Indeed, perfection may not exist.
Yet it hold its self-respect,
A masterpiece, though often missed.
Who am I is not a trace,
But a work of art is in endless space.
it never ends until I say so,
With ever step, I learn and grow.
Until it finishes with a glow,
Whichever path I choose to show.
The day I'll be know for,
The day I'll shine bright.
So bright, that all the struggles,
Hardships, traumas and troubles.
I encounter will be worth it.
Gleaming through the darkness, a beacon lit.
-FH
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