Your words might falter too,
An endless battle – your reasons,
One word to defeat you.
I’ve swum through torrents of doubts,
Dived to the depths of experience.
Near drowned in the delusional,
Resurfaced to gain my essence.
To rejoice in mirth,
And dance with melancholy,
Tis not austere; a writer’s journey.
Dream in rainbow; write with ebony.
© The Godiva Expression – Anum Ali
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