Scarred my heart became.
Arduous my journey was.
Calloused my hands became.
Risks became part of my life.
Ignorant my ways were before.
Fortune favored the brave they say.
If only being brave were that easy.
Choices become harder to make.
Easy wasn't my journey to reach the top.
Sacrifices had to be made along the way.
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Short Shots !!
PoetryThere are times when I have those brief moments of 'Clarity' and the words just flow from the pen onto the paper. A collections of short writes. Could be just a thought or poetry. One might stumble upon a prose as well.
