And it was yet to be discovered,
To be me , All time bothered ?
Nah , to own I suddenly confronted!
And then ,
Threatened was the desire to lament
How could I have let that?
Enough of it ,
to be forever on that sat.

Silver lining is it ?
That, let to a careless free spirit.
Cheerio! I exclaimed to self.
Enough of that anguish, to be let.

How could I have let that?
Again echoed.
Be gentle , that's how it should be,
Haughtiness is to be mostly disdained,
I guess.
How could I have let that?
A mysterious echo still prevailed.

Gradual was the healing , unwrapped
Slow and steady forever grasped.
Unworthy? Is it what that bothers
Nah!you glory , it's pure fad .
Who owns what you do?
Is it you or the world supposed to?

Let it be until you to be crafted,
For them it is un-ability to be grafted .
For them is a reflection of self that flowers,
And to them to accept self is a coward.

Go you glory live it like you do
Why would you?
Why should you?
I repeat,
For the thorns never stopped the rose
from being beautiful.









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