You said that it's fine, some things aren't just meant to be.
But even while saying so, your body said otherwise.
I could see how your eyes were blaring with undying passion.
I could hear how your voice were dripping with endless hope.
Your dream was cracking into pieces but you picked it up and hold it tighter than ever.
The pain of your bloody hand,
you preferred it more than the ache of regret.
Your hands were trembling,
but your gaze,
oh my,
they're unwavering as mountain.
You're not letting go,
you're fighting for it more.
Who were you lying to?
You weren't letting go,
you're just beginning.
//To Everyone Who've Inspired Me
This poem is inspired from many of my friends who are really brave chasing after their dreams; they flied overseas to pursue their studies when locals denied them despite the cost. But, the trigger is one of my close friend, Jiya.
We might found what they did is nothing but trust me when you're in their shoes, it'll be like your life depends on it. At one point of our lives, each one of us will face it. I've gone through it and that is a story for another day :)
Thank you for being here and sharing this part of my life with me.
Love,
naiorim, your fellow INFJ
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