My ideal self...
Ever-changing, being molded,
with experiences, and judgements,
that would make or break,
my spirit, over the stakes,
in the failures and successes,
until I realize, being awake,
piecing them all together!
Every time, I see my face,
I witness, an enchanting trace,
achieving dreams, reaching the stage
of boundless loves & respect,
to my ability and appearances,
in the qualities, of my strength,
connections that I forged,
possessions, I inherited.
Yet, realities were harsh,
every setback, pushes us back
weakening resolve, forming the cracks,
of the reflections, losing the spark,
shattered, scattered, spreading afar,
walking on debris, leaving us scar,
bleeding us with a thousand cuts,
the sharp edges, strip skin bare...
My ideal self...
Has lost its innocent charm,
losing shine, facing the storm,
from exaggerations, to compression,
my feelings are facing distortions,
still, being stubborn, I stood my ground,
letting optimism, dispel the shrouds,
cementing my place, to personify...
My essence, that I visualized!
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