In these woods,I roam alone.
My will once weak,
Now as strong as stone.At times,I wish for my path to be shown;
But owing to arduous times,I've grown.Purpose is what I seek,
From hardships I shall not meek.
Without it,life shall be bleak;
When I fathom myself,I shall be at my peak.[A/N:Vote,comment and share if you liked it!Have a good day😄]
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Take A Fall
PoetryHey there,Welcome. It's time to take a fall. For when we fall,we learn to fly.