So much pressure in this life of mine
At times it feels like I barely have time
Time to relax and just take a breath
Mainly because I’m always worried about the next
step
It felt like I had to lose everything I thought I
needed to truly grow
Where will life lead me in my writing journey?
Only God knows
I was so ashamed to show emotion not realizing
it’s a part of growth
Now it feels like I’m the reason my mother has
hope
The only thing on my mind was trying to make
things right
It stressed me out so much and kept me up at
night
Everyone who wanders is not always lost
I now have people’s attention but at what cost?