Journey

I am real, I am me

Though at times I may feel small, I am important

Life is not a circle or a straight line, but bumpy

I’ve learned to love everyone, despite differences

Though memories may haunt me, I do not let them control me

They may come as a shock, but only temporarily.

 

While life lasts,I must keep living

So I keep my heart open for all to enter

Still,I long for an exciting life

And though the journey took long, I’ve learn to love myself

It was the start of something new

This is my time.

 

I shall not be a coward, instead strong like a cobra

Nobody can love me like I do myself, even if guilt sometimes takes over me

I always dreamt, but never did-

Still,it's never too late to take a leap of fate.

I won’t let any lies pile up, instead remain truthful

I will blossom beautifully like flowers.

 

I will not let anyone put tape over my mouth to silence me

Nor let anyone place their hands over my ears

Even if there is millions of thoughts running through my head.

I used to feel empty inside, but after the old me died

I felt alive

I learned to stop surviving and start living

 

In this journey called life.

This poem is about: 
Me

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