Living Outside the Lines

Hello readers. 
Hope things are getting better for you all with time. If not, let's keep on taking a breather with every step at a time, just like Atlas Corrigon says "keep swimming."

Everyday feels more challenging,
With an exhausting plea for peace,
Every hope keeps diminishing,
But my thoughts pull me back with ease. 

The staunch stink of helplessness,
Chokes with every tiny failure,
Yet, in this phase of nothingness,
The heart lives a little with nature. 

The paradoxical behavior of morality,
Chains the soul with no choice,
But the endless battles of self-validity,
Burns through the vividly broken voice. 

We choose, we walk,
We fall, we crack,
Voicing every talk,
With a newfound spark. 

Cheers to the world for leaving nothing but fragments of hope scattered around just to leave a note of void. I'll burn through them and would still choose my voice, because having faith in your own pace and thought process is nothing but an honor to the source of your existence. Think. Critique. Grow. There is a difference between building success and succeeding to build. 
Do share your thoughts in the comment section. 

Wishing an evening you truly deserve. 

Comments

  1. Abhishek Patnaik16 September 2025 at 09:03

    Key to success is not to give up and keep our hopes high!!
    And your words acts as a thread that is attached to a needle in a haystack ..💗

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