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It's a bittersweet pain, A desire I find hard to contain. So I carry it in my pocket, Sealing it with my blood. Naming it 'passion', One day, I whispered and nobody heard. My voice was strong but low. "I'll keep this a secret," I promised, "until I break into a million pieces." Today, I'm cracked but not shattered, So once again I cage my thoughts. Keep my passion - a muffled voice. "It's definitely fate, not a willing choice," I reassure myself. The day would come, My shattered pieces would become shinning glitters, Silver if not gold. Until then, I'll stay still, And keep my passion on hold.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
My passion
It's a bittersweet pain, A desire I find hard to contain. So I carry it in my pocket, Sealing it with my blood. Naming it 'passion', One day, I whispered and nobody heard. My voice was strong but low. "I'll keep this a secret," I promised, "until I break into a million pieces." Today, I'm cracked but not shattered, So once again I cage my thoughts. Keep my passion - a muffled voice. "It's definitely fate, not a willing choice," I reassure myself. The day would come, My shattered pieces would become shinning glitters, Silver if not gold. Until then, I'll stay still, And keep my passion on hold.
Hi! This is my second poem on this platform. Hope it is relatable to some of you who aren't able to give their best to their passion, or aren't in a position to pursue their passion right now because of some or the other reason. Keep working, you'll reach there!
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HazyLiza
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HazyLiza
18/F
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
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