My Life
My Life
I see the light
although sometimes it feels like im pulling away
I have all the right tools and i continue to start from scratch.
Knowing everything that I've achieved,
I attempt to hop scotch my way to the top
instead of taking the steps
Whenever my petals disappear
I choose to figure it out on my own how to bloom again.
I Can ask for a hand, only to push it away.
With all the weights chained to me
I'm still trying to find other keys
to unlock all the hidden things that only I can see.
So yes, the light that I see
I can grasp for it anytime.
Yet I'm choosing to remove all the weight to feel like a feather floating in the sky
Not a rock slowly crumbling away to lighten itself
Yet, a bird flying through the open skies
feeling the warm hot sun beaming on my feathers as I fly
To feel as if I was a beautiful beach sitting in the warm sand
Listening to the relieving waves of the ocean
and to smile knowing there's nothing to stress over,
To cry knowing I finally made it
Not in the way of success but a way of life
This Life has a hole too deep to see
Hopefully there's a day to confess
to let go and be free
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