Everyone has their own phase.
Where they just want to disappear.
Just like a new moon.
Then when we start acting brave.
Slowly conquering pain and fear.
Now past waxing crescent and first quarter.
The time has come.
To test our boundaries.
Thus passing waxing gibbous.
And it pays off.
We have succeed.
Now a full moon.
Sometimes we get off track.
And the defeat haunts our soul.
Becoming a waning gibbous and last quarter.
The damage is done.
So we fall and hurt ourselves.
We are now a waning crescent.
But no matter what happens.
Our experience and strength will help us.
And we will achieve our way to a full moon.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
