A-rose-unplucked


 A self-Letter


Was I a servant of my past?
Maybe, 
But now I am happy that it didn’t last.
Was my doings the reason of my ruin?
Yes, 
because I tried to chase an illusion.
What did I lose?
Doesn’t matter, 
as long as I got rid of the bruise.

Time flew so, I grew.
Thousand pieces of
thoughts renew.
Wondering to know,

 did make some truths my foe.

Was so tangled with wrong expectations
that misunderstood the reality narrations.
But hey,
those did create a person.
Who drifted away for a while,
to whom now I smile
and thank for facing all those trails.
Appreciate the fails,
applaud for the gains.
For whom I am happy and
pray that his peace reigns.
The WHOME I speak of
is_____________
(Fill in the blank with own your name)




 


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