Same

I really think I’m not where I should be.
Same air.
Same ground.

My rare journey;
A miscellany of glitches and glories-in-between;
Qualms?
Now I am into inclusion of blessings
and it shows profit.
Waiting isn’t really a big deal.
But indolence is an entirely
different-despondent-disquiet.
Makes me feeble.
Makes me vulnerable.
Yielding?
Not me.
I have been taking countless steps without a grasp of the whole staircase.
The gravity that pulls me back;
The sonorous accent that steers me;
The railway that clutches me over;
Is one and the same.
I am grateful.

Same ground.
Same air.
But I will be where I am intended to be.

Author's Note

I usually write random feelings without considering technicalities like measurement, word count,and so on.
I would appreciate some tips and advices.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Interesting theme but presentation does not do it justice
May I suggest you get a good source book and study meter