Motivation takes its form
in the unlikeliest of all things.
I am holding onto pulsing energy
no one else can see.
The beauty of my hidden talents
set me far above the rest,
for if I asked others what they were,
they wouldn't pass the test.
No one knows just what I do
because I never show them
that I'm a star at what I do,
and that is writing poems.
My motivation comes
from this unlikely thing,
and no one knows because
they don't think I'm good at rhyming.
For when I am in doubt or bored,
I type out my thoughts and feelings,
these poems exercise my mind
and always get me going.
My motivation comes and goes
but no one else knows how.
I keep it all a secret
and nothing can stop me now.
- Author: Christina K ( Offline)
- Published: December 5th, 2016 13:42
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 152
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Great write
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