When Poetry Speaks
I am virtually looking, hoping, searching for me.
Wondering what happened, I am lost can someone find me?
Then I ask, when did I become this person waiting to be found, when I know, that I am used to hustling, taking and breaking new ground.
I am down and out but I know that I am, I thank God for that, cause knowing makes me able to make a stand.
Yeah a stand, that I will rise and take command, find myself and be who I am.
It's all on me see, It's all in my hands. I just need to dig deep, deeper than what I'm use to, to find me, a better version.
Stronger, durable and eager. Passionate and passion filled about the future.
Let me pick me up this instant its spring and everything is anew as is me. I won't stay down forever that shit is just not ME!!
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