Inspiration
<3 Theres things in life we question
and always wonder "why?".
We're always lost in confusion,
in a maze we call 'life'.
But sometimes we need a break,
from the disasters in the air.
Sometimes we need to breathe out,
the exhaustion, grief and fear.
So as I fall into the darkness,
unable to find the light.
Reminiscing the battlefields,
I had to fight.
I pick up a pen,
and let my heart do its thing,
expressing every pain, heartaches, and stings.
Without words I would be,
filled with cuts and scars.
Without words I wouldn't be,
reaching for the stars.
I am not the creator of poetry.
Nor am I the maker of words.
Because writing is what shaped me,
molded me,
created me,
to the determined girl I am today.
It's the reason why I stay strong,
rather than running away. :)
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