What makes the difference
Is not what we go through.
It is not the bulwarks we face,
It is neither the high tides,
Nor the storm of emotions of failed relationships.
What makes a difference,
Is not the zest you are given,
But the grit you possess.
It is that weird quality,
Of not giving up walking,
Even when you have lost both of your legs.
Of not giving up seeing dreams,
'Cause you have gone blind.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...