Three years ago, I broke my foot,
I had a month in a closed room to root
And after two more to give
In my recovery and I learned to live
Again within the smallest treads
As a baby and I felt so many regrets
I couldn't swim and ease my path
Toward life's reconstruction of my groggy leg
From lying these thirty days in bed
But still, I felt so joyful l could step
That gave me the power to go out of depression,
And turned around, my whole expression
Toward the reasons for my current life
YOU ARE READING
The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
