StuckA Poem by Ada PaciaIn this space I chose, where ideals reside, this is where I belong, I was convinced.
If happiness means exhaustion from silence, then I should probably stay.
If right decision means staying while glancing, then maybe I am right.
If crying at the end of the day means making me strong, then maybe I should cry some more.
If hurrying to walk the other way is normal, then maybe nothing’s wrong.
Maybe time is taking its own time, I too should take my time.
This is right, I am fine. © 2016 Ada PaciaReviews
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