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Broken Glass


Broken Glass

 

running through the storms

it’s been a difficult journey

hit with one million bullets 

felt like thousands of kisses

I still keep fighting 

creating a rebellion

under the starlight gaze

breaking through the glass ceiling, 

dancing on the shards beneath me

it becoming so revealing

seeing the hard works entirely

 

Relying on my own heartbeat

to keep on going

it’s been everything with each

thought and meaning

chain-reactions caused 

without questioning?

Never wanting to give up

all I want to do is to keep succeeding

I don’t want to cause an abstraction 

causing me to feel so desperately 

 

Through the fortitude

I had to overcome the magnitudes

absorbing the powerful meaning of believing

I may be young but giving up isn’t option

filled with promises I keep walking

I keep crawling cause I still keep believing 

 

through the rough seas 

and the drenching summer rain

I want people to see what I truly mean

stepping on the shards of broken glass

pieces in my foot, the non-stop bleeding

I’ll do anything just to keep fighting

I’m not discarding my masterpieces 

or my positivity.

 

I want to be something meaningful

I’ll keep saying it until it echoes

My aura tells me messages

like the lord calls from the heavens

I believe in my self

I can do this

My scars have finally healed 

is time to set foot on the battlefield

 

my story is written in the stars

I’ll keep marching

my heart is like a roaring sunset

I’ll keep conquering

my voice echoes the hearts of the closed

bringing them out of the sorrow.

I put my creativity to paper

to write the unbelievable poetry

many people doubted me

left me with broken glass 

to continue stepping.

 

sand underneath my feet

top gun pilots all flying around me

glass pieces hidden under everything

my tears sliding it’s the final task

I won’t give up, it’s my last chance

rainbows arching all of my surroundings

piecing up my forego memories

still Im young and my song is unsung.

 

No matter how sharp the pieces get

I won’t give in

I’ll keep dancing continuously until

I fall off my feet

I’ll keep crawling for eternity 

no matter how much I can’t breathe

I’ll keep going

any part of life that becomes unbeatable 

I will always be unstoppable

I’ll push through the tar

cause I believe I can move far

 

the ceiling has finally crashed

I’m breaking out of the glass

I can do anything, because

my heart will get me through it

the broken glass will forever be 

on my path

but I will push through the tasks 

 

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