Being me,
It’s just so hard,
It’s just so blurred,
I have no clue if my identity has ever been heard.
I have no talent ,
I have no say,
I’m not intelligent,
There’s no achievement that can come my way,
I’ve cried,
I fought,
I tried to forget,
But my thoughts i could not.
I almost gave up,
I was tired of fighting,
But something raised me up,
And i continued moving.
I dunno where my life is going,
I’m just following , random paths are protruding.
My goal in life, i’m still seeking,
My destiny, with me it’s playing.
But i know now,
There’s a lot in my life,
I can surely achieve,
On my own i will strive.
Suraksha
October 15, 2011 at 1:56 PM
You’ll never have to be on your own! :* I’ll always be there!
charlesmashburn
November 3, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Very strong write in the end. Inner strength!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/mom-was-always-there-2/
pure2core
November 4, 2011 at 4:12 PM
Hi Harshika,
There are times in anyone’s life when we feel a low key..But you know what again our inner core helps us raise from the place where we thought we’ve fallen..Very nicely attempted poetry..Loved it..Thanks for share..
Andy
November 7, 2011 at 10:26 PM
Hello.
I think we’ve all felt like this at some time or other, but the will to achieve is stronger than the will to just give up.
Nicely expressed!
Thanks for sharing.
A Weeping Rose