Through all the bull
I can truly say my life is my own.
Nobody had to pull
my arm for me believe,
or call me out my name for me to see.
Believe me,
I've faced it all
maybe not all but enough to know.
When you fall
you have to pick yourself up
and keep going.
Not knowing what to do
or even where to go.
You just know,
that you can't go back
and my life is just that.
A stack of achievements and failures
that I'll never deny.
That's why,
I can say my life is my own.
How about you?
- Author: magic82 ( Offline)
- Published: November 12th, 2015 14:00
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 21
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.