Shooting Star.

I know,

I lost my will to dream,

for the nightmares kept pushing me down

into the deep dark hole of survival

where I kept questioning

my worth, my existence,

the reasons to trade my life.

But I shine,

not with my eyes but words

that I kept hidden inside,

afraid of letting them out

for they might realize

my insecurities

once again,

letting me fall apart

in the overcast sky.

67 Replies to “Shooting Star.”

  1. Sure sure your words are of a literary artisan…

    But but eyes of yours are art in themselves…✋🏻

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