Blurry EyesA Poem by BreakingWithTradition
What can inner peace be worth,
No one can know. 'Everything' ... We say No truer word spoke. You could take me away From my culture My tradition born, And make me what you are. Standing tall, Free and happy In love, at peace. Able to create, The path of your life. Able to choose The ground upon which you tread. If I am so courageous To change the future Will then the path, of my destiny Begin to fade. Would new roads emerge For me to take. The moment is close. Watch me shed my skin And begin anew, A life destined from the very start Yet postponed by troubles, I was going through. My clock is turned back to twelve. Today is day zero. Watch happiness unfold, And new joyous troubles be told, But pleased, knowing no iron shackles clad Upon your being, no longer are we defined By our feeling empty and sad. Embrace your life, With love long due. Smile with every breath you take, Gaze upon the world With fresh eyes, every day Knowing you are now at liberty To see it, clearly. No more Blurry eyes. © 2013 BreakingWithTraditionAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBreakingWithTraditionLeeds, West Yorkshire, United KingdomAbout22 and recently graduated with a degree in Law :-) I love writing stories and most recently poetry. Please feel free to comment. And if you do I'll most certainly try to read your work too. Wr.. more..Writing |