What would you do
If you had no clue
Would you really believe me
I'm something you haven't seen.
Wrong would be too word-a-small
To please everyone at all
In trying to be me
I'm reigniting the spark dimmed within.
I'm not worthy I know I'm not
I can't even trust me
Aspirations seem all for a naught
Tenacity is what I want to train
To reinstate my will when I fail.
An enabler of stuff--though a tad tough
Probably qualified through
Under the guise of professionalism
I love to break the insurmountable glass ceilings.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...