It was time to pick up the pieces,
Of my own heart that I kept breaking.
Chasing a billion dreams, yet standing still.
The world around me evolving,
When I kept getting lost on the same roads.
The silent, worry wart,
Always running away from the crowd,
Still making it all count with actions,
Always making my way unannounced.
A stubborn mind, an aspiring, fearless soul,
The day had come,
When my heart didn't agree with me anymore,
It was time for change,
It was time for the old me to mark my return.
~ Simran R. // Thewriterwillow ©
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