
You are born with a purpose,
to do great things in life.
Now you’re almost 30,
fearing the invisible strife.
Carrying the weight of the shadows,
your own regret.
Sleepless at night,
you shuffle in your bed only to fret.
You sacrifice your dreams,
in the veil of responsibility.
The ability to disguise oneself,
your sense of tranquility.
An existing sanctuary,
you never intended on being found.
Shedding the mask of anonymity,
that freed you – unbound.
Beautiful pice of poetry, I love the way you play with words and create wondeful compositions. I also love the art work you attached to the poem.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation Blanca. It means a lot 💜
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Well done. 🙂
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Thank you so much 😊
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