End of school, end of work, end of life?
Is this the beginning, middle or end?
I am my own book but i cant tell which chapter i'm at
I turn a page, is it the 2nd or the last?
Warm, cold, colder still
I can't seem to remember where i've been
I walk a road, i know not where
To a direction that changes at every step
Life is as wild as the wildest mare
That they broke and bridled to be steered
I only hope i am not as broken as they seem to be
My trot to a canter i shall break free
This life is not my beginning, middle or end
Where it takes me, there i will begin.
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PoetrySince this is a creative space, I have decided to put my few creative pieces here, I hope they inspire you to do the same. We are all authors of our own stories, so never be afraid to share it. Remember that.<3
