Finding Yourself

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Each passing day is making me older as well as bolder,
But I fear, thinking I’m wrong.
Still, for the sake of my heart and soul,
I need to be strong.

I tried fitting in,
Less did I know that I was making sin
I was sad and hurt,
As,I felt like a piece of dirt.

I’m on my own way
This was something, I could never say.
It now sound’s so lame,
That I used to tame.

I felt so lonely and lost,
That I had decided to change, no matter what it cost.
I finally knew, I need to be cured
Because I had a lot endured!

I was walking astray,
But myself I cannot betray.
Is not believing in yourself the worse?
I would say of-course!!!

I know that the road to a star,
Is rather too far.
But it’s the only path to my soul,
Which can again make me feel whole!

My Lord showed me the light,
To make me realize that I need to thrive,
And much more strive,
To learn and fight!

-Ava Tripathy.

Thanks for reading😊.

P.s- Sorry for the late post.

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Let me introduce myself, I'm a human searching for reality without losing morality. My name is Ava, more precisely Ava Tripathy, the face behind the blog Avem. Humorist Indian by Nature and Sarcasm in Vein. Unpredictable and absolutely a philosophical one.

36 thoughts on “Finding Yourself”

  1. Hi Avem, Did you decide not to post this? It seems a heartfelt thoughts. It is good to keep your own counsel sometimes and remove if it is too painful… But keep a copy for yourself for later development.

    Peace to you! Deacon Gerry

    Sent using myEarthLink

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  5. 18, My Gosh, 42 Years Ago That Year
    in 1978, i too Tried So Hard to Fit in Also

    Feeling A Bit Like Something

    Off of People’s Shoes

    Just Couldn’t Be

    Like the Others

    Just Not me…

    And Then

    A Philosophy

    Class And A Teacher

    In Junior College Then

    Who Helped Me Understand

    That Reality Is What We Create We Need

    Not Fit the Mold if We Are Brave Enough

    To Mold

    Our Souls

    In Wings that

    Wear No Set

    Previous Clothes of Culture…

    So Excited at the Prospect of Escaping

    Creating My Own Life Yet What A Wait Then

    Still Till Age 53 When Finally Wings Are All

    Mine Free to Sprout and Fly Whatever Way

    The Wind Take Me My Soul Inspiring Flight

    Now For Over 7 Years Still Flying So Free…

    SMiles Dear

    Yet Before

    Money to be

    Made Wife to

    Marry Home to Build

    Child to Be Born And Only

    Live 51 Days So many Years

    of Becoming The Job Even Separated

    From Any Real Connection to Humanity

    It’s True That Was my Only Philosophy

    Class In College i Wanted to Do More

    Yet Money Always In the Way All the

    Loans All The Things That

    Had to Be Bought

    As i Sold

    my Soul As

    Every Child of God Does

    Until They Become Child With Wings Again…

    Keep Flying my FRiEnD it makes me Happy

    to See Someone Soar So Young Just to Be Who You Are…:)

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      1. Flamingos 🦩 Yes
        Among Pigeons
        Still Carrying

        Messages

        Of Peace And
        Harmony In
        Wisdom

        Beauty’s

        Courage

        Kindness

        Life
        Love’s
        Journey

        For All Now

        Yes Wise
        Young Woman

        Ava We Will Achieve🙏

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