Press Deeper

Mottakeenur Rehman

A pulse rides steady in the pencil’s lead.
Never sigh, “I’m too tired to go on”—
press deeper.

Let the hunger in your hands
stir the marrow of your will.
Exalt the fight: one more day,
one more dawn—
who knows when the sky might fray?

Press deeper.

You live because you burn, not just endure.
Even your wounds are seeds—
so love the sweet sting, the sweat,
hoard your memories like gold.

Remember:
you’ve always been this brave.

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  • sorenbarrett

    (You live because you burn, not just endure.
    Even your wounds are seeds—
    so love the sweet sting, the sweat,
    hoard your memories like gold.)
    Lovely lines and a lovely poem a fave

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      Sir ,I am pleased to become a piece of fav ...Thank You🙏❤️🙏

    • Poetic Licence

      Just simply wonderful and some amazing lines, very enjoyable read

    • arqios

      The final lines are especially powerful. "Even your wounds are seeds"-- what a perspective; to see pain not as something to avoid, but as something that will grow, transform, and add to the richness of life. There’s a deep trust in strength here, a reminder that courage isn’t something new—it’s something that has always existed within you. 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        Thank you very much❤️🙏❤️

        • arqios

          Most welcome MR🙏🏻🕊️



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