I started out with just mud and broken bricks.
Some laugh as they see me struggle each day.
Yes, it may seem I'm failing as I drop a few bricks breaking them to even thinner pieces and as the mud stains my once white shirt.
But here's the thing the road to success isn't paved with smooth stones,
but cobbles stones that break open once non marred skin.
I may fail a thousands times
but one day you just watch and see
I'll succeed.
No matter how many times I shatter and bleed,
I'll stand back up again and start right back where I began.
Because one day I just know I'll succeed in making me,
that all the scars and all the blood will tell a story of many failures
that later lead to victory.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
