Stranger To Myself

I have changed a lot

Lost the direction in life

Dreams forgone, goals lost
Sold my soul without regret
Gave tears and broke hearts
This is not who I once was
I dislike this aura
Unreal perhaps, I am a
Stranger to myself


Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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