The night passed away,
The moonless night passed away.
Still, I am afraid,
But I vowed to not repeat them again.
Now when the sun shines on my head,
I feel proud of myself,
I reciprocate the beliefs of my inner self,
I believe.
Yet, one day, I repeated again
Repeated the same mistakes.
Not trying enough?
Or not strong enough?
Nothing but doubt remains,
But I walk again.
At least I know I am resilient.
I will overcome all this darkness.
I will leave and learn from my mistakes.
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Words And Secrets
PoetryWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
