Age twenty seven
A part of me longs for success,
yet cannot find its source.
Another part searches endlessly
for everything that is wrong with me,
while overlooking
what has always been right.
I spend so much time
trying to repair my broken pieces
that I forget
to build from my strengths.
The future remains hidden.
I don’t know what I truly want,
only that I keep asking
my Beloved
to show me the way.
I stand before countless paths,
each asking to be chosen
I am uncertain of them all
yet I know
remaining still
is its own decision.
So I will choose.
Not because I am certain
but because movement
is kinder than stagnation.
At the end of the day,
perhaps it doesn’t matter
whether this is the life
I dreamed of.
To live,
to survive,
we all find a way
to place food upon the table
and perhaps,
while walking that road,
we discover
what we were searching for
all along.
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Author:
Shah (Pseudonym) (
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The message is a good one. They say it is hard to hit a moving target and if survival is the aim then this is the method. Maybe it isn't the destination but the journey that is important and being a jack of all trades and master of none is better. Nicely written this poem takes us to a meaning where it is what we learn along the way that is important not where we get to. Lovely
I really appreciate comments soren, they always gave different perspective of my thoughts
You are most welcome Shahrukh
im 18 and i feel like this too at times ,ig its because of those standards we keep on changing ,and then we say we never achieved anything,one cant achieve forever changing finish line sharukh ,fate is written in a way that gives us blanks that we have to fill ourselves , "in order to leap forward we have to lose something first" i dont know where i heared it though
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