The Gift

Always buried under books will you find me ,
Trying to build a better tomorrow,
A brighter future ,
I strive to be flawless!

I look at myself in the mirror ,
Trying to find a beautiful picture inside ,
I wish to reiterate to myself ,
That alone , i am enough
And nothing can dim the light ,
But instead , each time i end up asking myself ,
Why can’t I just quit?

I wish to jump down a building ,
Hang myself down the fan ,
Or end it all with the stroke of a knife ,
But there is something,
Somethin within , that holds me back!

A thought strikes my mind ,
Is it worth the end?
God sent me with an aim ,
A plan all set ,
He granted me with this gift of life .,
So dont i deserve, the gift of being me?

I am lost ,
Lost in a world where everyone runs behind success ,
Where everyone runs behind excellence,
Behind perfection,
Where everyone runs behind being whom they’re not ,
And in the rat race , i do too,
But dont i deserve the gift,
The gift of being me?

Aspirations from parents are very high ,
Be a doctor, be an engineer ,
Have a professional degree,
But what about the artist dying within me?
Don’t i deserve the gift ,
The gift of being me?

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself,
And I’ve set out for this journey ,
To revive my shattered dreams ,
To heal my wounded soul,
I’ve set out for this journey ,
To spread my wings ,
Seize my victories where they lie ,
To move forward for a dream only I can see ,
Ive set out,
To be imperfectly , perfect!
I’ve set out , to be ME!

Kripaa

Dream diaries 

Blog link: https://kripaaluthra.wordpress.com/

This is Kripaa , the author of the blog dream diaries. I live words , poetry. All my poems are inspired by nature and human nature under various circumstances intrigues me. 

Hope you enjoy reading. 

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