ABLE ?

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VERY OFTEN WE FACE THINGS THAT MAKE US QUESTION OUR OWN ABILITIES. THIS POEM HERE IS ABOUT SUCH SELF-INTROSPECTION. HOPE YOU LIKE IT 😊




Everyday, every minute I dream
of what seems unachievable,
and with every passing breath
I ask myself - am I able ?
The path that I have taken
is not even trudge-able,
and I can't help myself
thinking - I am dispensable.
The world that I am trying to know
is even real or just a fable?
The thoughts that possess my mind,
I know for sure - they are malleable.
The stars in the sky that I pursue
others think are unfathomable.
But looking up and seeing them
makes me feel - I am able.



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