Poems

This growth

I came to this end, or not an end yet
If you would ask me that sort of question
A lot of time I would want an end
But next moment
I look for more
More of what I feel, how I feel in the moment
Slowly, I start to feel real
The emerging authentic self of me refuses to settle for anything mundane.

I want to shoot for the stars, the crown, and more.

 

 

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