In the realm of dreams where stars align,
And aspirations soar, where hearts entwine,
There lies a path, both winding and steep,
Where dreams take flight, where shadows sleep.
Success, a beacon in the darkest night,
A symphony of effort, a soul's delight.
It whispers softly, yet it roars with might,
A journey's end, a glorious sight.
It starts with but a spark within,
A vision bold, a silent grin.
From humble soil, dreams begin to grow,
Through sweat and tears, they start to show.
With every step, with every stride,
Courage takes flight, doubts subside.
The road is rough, with trials abound,
Yet through the storm, success is found.
It's not just fame or wealth untold,
But finding joy in what you hold.
In every victory, big or small,
Success resides, embracing all.
For some, it's scaling mountains high,
For others, a gentle lullaby.
In every tale, in every song,
Success dances, forever strong.
It's the artist painting on a canvas bare,
The entrepreneur with dreams to share.
The student reaching for the stars above,
Success is born from passion and love.
So let us cherish each step we take,
In every triumph, let our spirits wake.
For success is not just a distant shore,
But the journey itself, forevermore.
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
This was so powerful and optimistic! Loved your poem!
Fantastic poem! Well written!