I can make it
For that I am sure
But somewhere along the way I got lost
I took a bad shortcut
I nearly reached the finish line
But my soul was wrecked
A mermaid on dry land for too long
Now is the time to heal
Regroup and repurpose
The finish line is still near
I will find joy in the gravel
I am going to get there
This time, it must be the right way
Categories: Health, identity, Leadership, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society, women
Aim of Sleep lacking Common Sense Turn two
‘SmartPhones” off on Mute
Now Vibrations no
Longer wake Before i
Know “What’s App”..;)
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