ANCHORED
the anchored personality, unchanging personality, personal personality
An infant to the end
Icannot grow old
Like the ancient tree
in Natures care
reaching to the sky
without limits
anchored by strong roots
to defy the storms
My life is short, precious,
already determined by time
An infant to the end
it is i that decides
to walk or crawl
to stand tall
like the ancient tree
in Natures care
reaching to the sky
without limits
anchored by strong roots
to defy the storm
About the Creator
Betty Chebet
Always ambitious in transforming thoughts into words.
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Whiskey At Dusk
Guess the whiskey was more important to you in the end, wasn’t it? It was more than the well-being of your friends; more vital than showing up to the places you promised you would and could come to; more critical of a matter than fulfilling your damn responsibilities and getting the press off your back.
By Snarky Lisa5 days ago in Humans
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Bravo on your first story!