Hey there you precious being,
Chin up and no leaning,
People can be ill-speaking,
But it is your insecurities that are misleading.
A bird inside you yearns to fly,
Captivated inside high and dry,
Let it break the shackles that tie,
The wings to fly in your own sky.
All things excellent are as difficult as they are rare,
This is the only thing your mind should bare,
People demean you as they are aware,
Of your possession of an unbeatable flair.
So chose your own sky to glide,
Where there are no insecurities to abide,
With every milestone passing by the side,
You decide the path of life's ride.
YOU ARE READING
Random Scribblings ✨
PoetryWords hurt it is said But for me they are an elixir I string those words together to create A healing potion called poetry... Let's heal together and do this thing called life 🌻
