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Shooting Star.

The beauty of the broken.

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.

By Harman Kaur

I help people build their personal & professional life. Give me a chance, and you might just find a friend in me. :)

69 replies on “Shooting Star.”

Sure sure your words are of a literary artisan…

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

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