Tired
Tired of the voices
whispering judgements
And forming their own
personal opinions
That are never kept personal.
I'm bold enough
To accept I'm flawed.
I succeed, not because of luck
But because of tiring hardwork
That kept me awake
Well past midnight.
I'm not afraid
To accept that I fear
The unseen possibilities
Of the unknown future
Of the regrets
I might end up with.
YOU ARE READING
Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
