the new year dawns,
a fresh page unfolds,
the older me, a story yet untold
versions shift, a constant, flowing tide,
the core within, where truths reside
or does it fight,
this ever-changing state,
denying flux, clinging to its fate?
a title won, a goal long
sought and near,
five years of toil, dispelling doubt and fear
insecurities, a whisper in the night,
worries gnawing,
"What if I can't take flight?"
failures faced, a humbling, bitter taste,
but found the key, emerging from the waste
the stage, the call, a moment brief and grand,
yet hollow echoes, no joy at hand
a fleeting triumph, a momentary gleam,
this wasn't it, not the life I'd dream
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Take Time To Smell The Roses
PoesíaIt's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and v...
