Beating The Odds

There were times when inspiration became sparse,
When rte closest people to me derided me,
Calling my attempts stagnant dreams,
Frivolous dreams

There were times when I could no longer
Keep up with the sarcasm, when I could no longer
Placate my weeping heart
I almost let the bitter flays get the better of me

I searched for sojourn
And found peace in letting go
I sought for asylum
And found a home in independency
Now as I read comments and messages
Sent by those who share the same passion about poetry
I am delighted to say
“I Have Made It! ”

by Stella Sisanda Qishi

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