sometimes my world feels chaotic
dark and demonic
ironic how these hardships make me peaceful and harmonic
floating here thinking
how from the beginning
i've always had the skillset to turn sinking into swimming
just how plants need water to sprout
without tears my growth would die out
even if they fall in uncontrollable amounts
learning to flow
facing the unknown
letting go of what it was and what could be
taking it slow
in the highs and lows
never losing sight of life's beauty
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Author:
omi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2023 11:46
- Category: Reflection
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