A personal poem about my own life struggles.
A passion that can’t burn.
A mediocre.
Tasting without totally eating.
Trying. Trying…but not really playing.
Believing. Believing…but not really living.
Never a leader, not even a good follower.
Is this why I always find myself on the sides of the shore?
Loving the water and inviting the breeze,
but is only there to freeze?
Like following a rule not to step further,
cause no matter how much I want to dive beneath
and search for a pearl underneath, I can’t be.
I can’t be, because of the belief that’s crippling me…
that swimming isn’t even my ability.
How dare I seek the beauty of the sea?
Can I ever cross the other side of the coast?
To have something to boast…
If I always feel like the waves would eat me,
and wash up my sanity?
I never had a clear vision, like the water on the ocean…
that I can’t find myself accomplishing any mission.
How I can I find my own pieces
among the sands and the seashells?
How can I compete with everyone else
if I can’t even compete with myself?
Who am I among the abandoned rocks on the shore?
The sea is whispering that I’m just another mediocre.
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