by Manuel Osornio
For many years I found myself in the wrong story
Thinking I was going to be able to achieve glory.
Like with many things, I was wrong
I did not belong.
Conformed to play the slave
Yet I thought I was brave.
Why was I so blind?
You were not one of a kind.
Don’t know how or when
But I was able to escape.
Now I see your story as it is, as it was
A broken vase.
By the same Author: Trying To Take It All Back
No longer do I conform myself by being part of somebody else story
Because I know I can make my own and this time I WILL REACH MY GLORY.
I might not be a good writer
But this is my story and my fight.
One of a kind
With a peace of mind.
My blog is about all the emotions we feel as we go through this never ending journey called life. Some poems are sad (most of them) cause my life has been full of sadness but what can I say. So drop by and hope you like my emotions, thank you for reading. Stay amazing.
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