Untitled Poetry, Date: 13th June 2020

Weariness is all around,

There is a thought to which I am bound.

A smile that is not constant,

A dream that is too distant.

Fear comes and goes,

It seems it’s the cause of all the woes.

I’ve acted helplessly and always carried my fears as a load,

Made excuses and blamed them for this rocky road.

It’s been a while,

being too ignorant of this jewel,

Now I’ve decided to use my fears as fuel!!

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