Tired of sailing through waters that were not meant for me.
Waters that failed to challenge my fear,
To disrupt the waves hidden within me.
Tired of treading lightly when I was born a fighter.
The taste of triumph being a longing feeling,
That is never satisfied.
I sense the presence of excitement somewhere in the horizon,
But I'm tired of the disappointment that these waters bring.
Maybe I was never meant to sail above them.
Maybe I was meant to be... Deeper
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Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection
RomanceTake a journey Inside Her Roses and discover fields budding with Romance. Each petal is a sensual experience that will lead you to personal depths of understanding, challenging you to feel and empowering you to be. Bask in 70 poetry pieces that blee...
