I'm standing at the crossroads of life
Dithering between moving forward or staying rooted to a spot.
Looking fondly at the past.
The past that holds myriad emotions
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The morning unfolds
like a slow breath —
light seeps through the mist,
softly, as if asking permission.
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I write.
But what do I write?
I write about the feelings of the heart.
The unrest assailing my mind.
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With the festive season around the corner
Festivity is in the air
The heart lurches with excitement
and the smells of the festive season intoxicate you
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I do not call it a fight,
because I was never at war with my life.
I call it a road I chose to travel,
sometimes rough with stones,
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