Missing pieces
one day
one moment
any second of your life
could be that moment
in which
either you take pride or
you are taken for a ride
punched, crushed soul
brutually criticised
gathering courage
to gather all the peices of rampage
torn apart
still holding on
shutting down
lying in the sea of pain
revering each emotion
turning each page
controling the rage
to fit in the misfit
to swim across the ocean
deep and wide
facing each tide
you have to stand tall
with your chin high
put yourself in force
moving strong without any remorse
keep moving keep fighting’
Remember
it is not worth a fight
when you choose
to lose your own self
Much love and gratitude
Priyanka
#virtualsiyahi
We do so much to fit in the misfit. But we don’t remember that everyone has a different fight. That’s what I got of this poem atleast. And I could relate to it too. Lovely 💙
Yes!! Thank you so much 💜
You’re welcome 😄🙏
Beautiful expressed – the vivid artistry of life
Thank you 😊
My pleasure
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Keep Moving keep fighting👏👏beautifully written!!!
Thank you 🙂
beautiful poetry
Thanks Shubham 🙂