I would like to be a writer
but I don´t have the stamina or the creativity.
I would like to be a vet and nurse animals back to health
provide them with what they have always given me
but I don´t have the willpower and grades to learn how.
I would like to be like the people who study criminology but I lack the stable mind and steady hands
and so I would be more like the people they learn to avoid.
Where is my place in this world that everyone told me I would come to find?
I would like to travel to a different one but those gates I will never find.
jo
- Author: jo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 6th, 2022 16:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
thanks for sharing, such a relatable read
I choose to believe
knowing what we want, is half the journey dear poet
the rest
is unearthed, when allowing
our steps: to guide our path
believing, we've arrived
to where our journeys begin
by simply trusting ourselves
and investing
in those shards of hope, realised
in each breath of life, we taste!
thank you! i suppose life consists of those moments where we just have to do what feels right to us and see where it takes us.
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