Ghost
Dear self,
It is ok to cry
everyone makes mistakes
you have come so far
yet you feel stuck
where am I supposed to go?
what is my calling?
is this the right path for me?
I can barely stumble out of my bed
to carry the weight of this life
will someone please reach down to me
embrace me with love and kindness?
no
this is life
things are not easily obtainable
you must grind
work yourself to the bone
scream at the top of your lungs
then maybe
just maybe
you will catch someones attention
one day this will all be worth it
I'm praying that it will be
to finally taste the sweetness of success
but what is success?
what defines success?
happiness?
wealth?
power?
stay strong my friend
it is not over yet
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