There it was
the blissfully lightened tunnel of oblivion
beaming gracefully across the black greasy wall
This simple realization triggered this confusion of my perfect , fictional potential existence
Hurrying me, pushing me towards those fields
Scary as the stories told spread by the legends
who walked through its deepest forests
who dared to get its secrets out
I wanted to be among the warriors,
who get to know this path
they called it luck when it was a journey
a race against time
a battle with our beloved ones
a war with our minds
to be among the graced ones
- Hayi
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
