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Life Experiences


Life experiences shaped me but ain't mold me Till this day, I still remember what people told me Told me I'd never be anything I'd never rise But now as I look, I see there's a part of me missing There's this thing of joy i can not find Every day , it feels like I'm losing my mind Walking, realizing there's a shortage of time But it's alright I guess, I know I'm designed .. For a purpose I trip, You trip, I stumble , You stumble, I fall , You fall The purpose of life is to overcome all Every day in our lives is going to be judgment day Funny enough this may sound cliche .. But, I know how it feels to be buried alive The feeling of not being able to turn around Giving up in life , having your face struck in the ground But just know one day , you will make it You will have the golden crown As life progress, things are clearer now The problem was my mind It controlled my eyes in which it made me blind I wasn't able to see the pot holes I was walking in But as I look back to see where I was and what I could have been I can say my past is behind me and I'm moving forward again What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Don't worry, have wisdom In the end, your reward will be freedom
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Comments (3)

Monicaa
<p>Thank you :)</p>
giftedlikeyou
<p>Great Poem</p>
Monicaa
Hope this inspired someone.

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