The fear of losing my dream kept me alive,
A breath I fought for, though choked inside. Vile thoughts whispered "just end it " in vain,
Tears watered the dandelion that couldn't break.
I thought of my unwritten scars,
the masterpieces, the art .
I was too broken, too empty to try,
A pen in my hand, but no strength to write.
The wind carried my hope,
The raw pain, couldn’t let me cope.
I wished on the starry seeds for life.
The vile thoughts said that I was just a weed,
I told them that I was a die hard,
Forged in fire and stone.
I dreamt of flying after falling apart.
The weight of my emotions, the ache in my chest,
Could be a masterpiece, some beautiful art.
It was time to let go, to move on,
It was time to hold on, to be strong.
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Domilla.N (Pseudonym) (
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A poem of recognition, resolve and determination. A lovely metaphor that has room to be explored more. A very emotional write. Nicely done
I appreciate your kind response
A wonderfully emotional write, determination to get passed the hurt and setbacks and come back even stronger, nicely expressed and written
Thank you so much
You are very welcome
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