After the aftermath of everything
that fate hurled at me.
Makes me consider a wee
little mouse, a great little nemesis.
For the first time in these two years
I found a ray of hope in myself.
My joy has no bounds that it
explodes like a firecracker every moment.
I don't care about the lads who speak
behind me or who try to fake right in front of me
After all, they never knew what I had been through
these dark days, trying to find solace for my withered soul.
I thank the people who
gave me a second chance
they were the ones who gave
credence in for all the hard work.
In short, my newfound hope
has sparked the optimism
Just like burgeons at the dawn
of early spring waiting to blossom.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
