#WritcoPoemPrompt65
Your Inner strength,
Can't easily be seen by the metric,
An inherent asset in great lengths,
To learn and improve to not become dyslexic.

Alas, none know your internal query,
Suppressed and quietly watching for its turn,
Thirsty for turning fiery,
Even if you try to subdue the burn.

But Time has its own pace,
It will come when it will,
And you'll be left for a history race,
Remorseful for what you had meant to fill.

Your Inner strength, spirit, and ideal,
Never, NEVER uproot,
Remember, you needn't shy a deal,
To continue your Quest of shoot.

Then Time does its on-time duties,
Rewarding the fury,
Its royal wand of beauties,
And letting it free to Glory.

Your Inner strength, that makes you survive,
Amidst drowning and exasperation,
Shows the moon to the baby to revive,
A mother soothing the frustration.

Gather Patience and water its seed,
When Time turns green,
The Inner potential is meant to form a silent lead,
To accomplish for what it was sown unseen.

Nay does it go off route,
Confine in its pristinity,
It has all to give you en route,
Reaching to the Trinity.


#UnlockYourNewWorld

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