Hope is A Fuel ( A Self Composed Poetry ) // (My Continuous Literary Journey - Day:2)
Good day once again to all of my fellow other authors, readers, literary folks and poet who are present here and doing a great work to keep all of the Steemians entertained and encouraged.
Today, I would be sharing a self written poem with you which I wrote just a few hours ago. Its fresh and lively as I just jotted out my pen from the paper. Every poem is my selfly written, so no question attached to that also.
But here I want to say that what just happened as a habit of mine that, when I feel something emotive and that there are no one alike to share my thoughts and feelings to, I just make a step and try to find where are the pen and a piece of paper.
Then the continuous flow of words turn from thoughts and then into the magical poetry that fits into the shape perfectly.
Whether this write is melodious or not, either it fits into your favourite choice or not, do let me know by sending a little comment at the end of the post. I am looking forward to see that when your are finished reading out.
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Stay blessed, see you again in a coming days time. Take care ✒️
Nights were so big the time,
When I felt a pain inside me ;
The memories of defeat every time,
Hurt me like the punch of sand bag.
Yet I tried to forget everything in the past,
Once the life was so barren and I felt deep,
Inside the heart was sad at being incomplete,
When a little sorrow kept me busy - till the end.
Maybe the sky would be cloudy tomorrow,
I will never make it end when the crowd rise,
The unfulfilling tone keeps hitting the sounds,
Bit by bit and I kept walking and trying to reach you.
Nobody likes a failure person and it hurts,
Being unsupported and rejected times often,
Opportunities are taken and no way to return,
Only the roads ahead and so as the hope tickling.
In the wave of breeze in the mornings time,
When life was so shaded with the anticipation,
One day - all woes will be good and the plight,
Turning into the gears everyday and taking flight.
They say - hope is a fuel at least for all the time,
It is never a overstatement as you keep pushing,
I wonder the failures turn into strength and so all,
Wounds turn to heal and then the win, only with hope.