Written January 23, 2020, at 7:12pm
I try not to cry every day as I pray
For a better life.
My children deserve the best of me,
To successfully become the very best of themselves.
The ugly, cracking cocoon shell
Houses a brilliant light that is me
Never to be dulled, destroyed or diminished.
It will forever continue to increase in intensity.
The growth in density will never completely finish.
Found in the harrowing lightless trenches
In the fathoms of the deep blackness in the cosmos.
An elite specimen of anomalous measures.
A priceless treasure.
Hardened by the immense pressure
To endure the destined journey that
I was created for.
There's always more when one thinks there's less
To be blessed is to lack stress
It was never about achieving success.
That will leave one pressed to impress.
I digress.
I am still learning who I am.
Second by minute, ounce by gram.
I'm a lamb of God.
It's no facade.
Always be mindful that God
Protects his children by any means.
It's in His will when, where, how, and why
We fulfill our dreams.
Stay humble and serene.
Wait for your turn.
Celebrate every win.
Appreciate the chance to
Live and learn.
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Survivor's Remorse
الشعرSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
