Personal diary of memoirs

Discovering the heart.

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash

I am writing my own narrative
From behind the walls,
But the story I write
I cannot see

I cannot walk while a path
lies, bare, in front of me.

This story of mine
I have always wished for others to read
On it their thoughts to feed
Sadly, to read my own story
I never felt the need
And now on me
my recklessness feeds.

But no more of this sin
How long has it been?
Since I read my diary of memoirs
I feel the need to find my lost ferry.

Younger me, I am deeply sorry.

~Arushi Sahu

Something that I have learned the hard way is that:
The day we start living for our own selves, that is the day our true happiness revives.

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