Getting caught in a delimma is my biggest fear,
I've realised that envy is my greatest rival.
Is it me or just my instincts?
That women aren't really benign,
The only class that less likely sustains equality inside.
Facing life's reality and regretting choices,
Making it difficult to climb up and mend lapses.
Now I've tasted the truth that some mistakes can't be solved,
My only way to salvation is the path to peace and repose.
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Author:
Arshia (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2026 07:23
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Comments2
A poem of recognition of the path to being who one should be and needs to be. Well done
Thank you 🙏😊
You are most welcome
Lovely write
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