FreeA Poem by Mehar Anaokar
I'm scared about the coming tomorrows
Because the list will never end I'm scared to feel joy or sorrow And separate foe from friend I'm scared to take a leap forward Because my leg might twist and break So I crawl slowly to the end With nothing to give, nothing to take I'm scared to speak the truth Because my truth might not be yours So I stumble down this empty building With empty faces and empty doors I'm scared because I've opened my eyes And woken from the dream The reality of it all is too strong And it's making my eyes stream I'm scared to face another day But I know that I'll succeed Because I know that life isn't all that bad And I know that I am free. © 2017 Mehar Anaokar |
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