I ask myself what do I want?
I don't get an answer.
I ask myself what I want to be?
I don't get an answer.In a starry night,
When loneliness crawls,
But the soft calm air smoothes,
I close my eyes while feeling
The sky, I ask myself again.And this time,
My stubborn self sitting on my shoulder says,
I want to be free like a bird,
I want to shine the brightest amongst all,
I want to cherish small joys instead of loud temporary happinesses,
I want to be,
Just me without any inhibitions.So now I know,
What I want,
So now I know,
I want to be just me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...