Poems

Wronged!

not all is born with love in their destiny
a love that sometimes you feel entitled to belong to someone else
why?
“am I not worthy enough?”
you realize he never loved anyone else except himself all his life.

it was always about him.
there was no you, anywhere!

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.