words might not bloom from your pen as frequently as you'd like,
art might not spill from your veins.
you might not always recall how to step into light,
might not always be brave.
your feet might slip after many-a-race,
melodies might halt after many-a-song.
Equations might not add up,
balance may be askew,
but remember that these sleights of being
never define You.
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
