A Bright Future
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Whichever step that we taken,
We steal from ourselves,
a life we could have lived.
Sailu bharya
Our horizons are forever
Only dimmed by words like never
The bright light stretches on
Unseen, but not gone
A light to chase til the end
No matter the way you have to twist or bend
Dear future daughter, I am proud of
the things i know you will acomplish I hope the world you live in is not
"Trumpatized" because of the meleain in your skin
Dear 13-year-old Juliana,
Things will get better.
Slowly but surely, you will discover that you have anxiety,
Which explains why you are the way you are.
Dear 13-year-old Juliana,
Things will get better.
Slowly but surely, you will discover that have anxiety,
Which explains why you are the way you are.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
The question that promotes advanced thoughts of experiences not experienced
From the vibrations of my screams
to caper-colored bruises
you denied me to be all women, a
Woman in passion
Woman in tears
Woman with smiles
Woman and proud.
One year ago.
I wasn't who I am now.
One year ago.
A lot has changed within me.
I use to be passionate to become a psychatrist.
But now I have a new passion,
a better one.
I had always felt like I was failing
In school, in work, and in life too.
It turned out I was the one curtailing
Myself in what I wanted to pursue.
I look upon myself today
And see how far I've come.
If only
my life were a constellation,
memories glittering still and silent
as stars hung together in the sky.
My life is only
a fleet of rowboats searching
anxiously for a sudden light
To say I need a person
is something I do not like to do.
To say I need anything
is hard for me to do.
People come and go
more times than I can count.
Despite pushing you away,
Without even trying
Your gaze is stripping
the fortress i've built around my heart
brick by devastating brick
but for some reason
I don't mind
for some reason
I love it
Why does this journey
take a lifetime?
Why does it cause
me pain?
Why does it make
me hate?
Why does it make
me dream, when I'm wide awake?
