Why do I feel being excluded? Why do I feel being suppressed? The answer is unknown; life is yet to unfold its mysterious enigma with me. The arduous part is decrying myself for everything that transpires. I also have a say but still, it's either unheard...
Passion It is something we do for ourselves not to rejoice others. I did my stint with much forbearance and arduous work with reasonable exploration. But, still, they kept pointing at my trivial mistakes and used it to impede my say rather than appreciat...
You're a great writer You know how to catch the attention Of your reader. All of your words flow just right. Never stepping on one another. Marching like soldiers in formation. Listening to others is fine. Realizing it is perfectly normal to have self do...
She hides herself away scared hoping wanting someone, anyone to care enough to come and look for her and offer her a hand. She waits minutes turn to hours which turn to months and years. She sees life passing her by and she feels sad and even more alone....
The reflection in the mirror is that of a broken women with a tear stained face. Messy hair and dark rings around her tired eyes. Someone in her mind No one would miss. In her mind she feels its time feeling like although she tried and tried she has never...
Because of you, in so many ways — I am stronger...I am better.No longer am I weak and tethered; Your acquaintance released my fetter.~ Your quick wit makes me laugh; ...I am happier. Your unfailing support bolsters me; ...I am more confident. Your gentl...
I am committed and determinedI wonder do slow and steady really do win the raceI hear my name being calledI see myself as a recipient of something greatI want to share my reward with the runners-upI am committed and determinedI pretend I am confidentI fee...
The Road is uncertain ahead, but I have no fear. Moonlight guided my every step, setting the dark cobblestones aglow. I move forward and the doubt from my soul eases.For far too long now, I shielded myself from the worldStemming from the insecurity that,...
She sits at the smoky bar alone by choice. The neon Bud sign casts a blue glow on her face. Her shoulders straight, her elbows slung casually across the back of the barstool.Jack on the Rocks, Red Sox on the TV.She isn’t worried about her makeup, because...
