#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes.

We walk this earth on faith and boldness,
We face the storms and sometimes coldness.
We dive into the comfort of family and friends,
And emerge renewed and feeling safe in the end.

Fear sometimes makes us stall,
We tremble and feel we are about to fall.
Then inspiration hits and we are filled with daring,
And we blossom within another's caring.

What's makes the most intriguing find,
Is realising we are the rulers of our individual mind.
That persistence can...