You Fight.
You march Forward.
You might feel like a shadow behind the crowd,
But you march forward anyway.
And then at your own pace and time
You reach your Destination.
You make it.
You find yourself at that place, where you were always meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
Thorns and Roses
PoetryJust unloading the burden of my cluttered brain. Random thoughts. Everything about Life in general. Raw emotions. But I'll try to make sense of my words. Hopefully? ©copyright ayanz88 NOTE: COVER BY @sarahikari_ska #18th highest rank { 21st/10/2017}
