Emotional map
The innocence in me has yet to question life,
Wondering lost in the midst frost of strife,
Yet things that have poisoned me made me weak,
Made my life dimmed to the peak ,
My life’s map had turns and breaks,
Happiness and aches ,
Turns and back tracks ,
With all my baggage and backpacks,
I’m stronger than the sad baggage I carry on my shoulders,
Despite the battles and the boulders
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