A Poetic Promise to Myself

Dear self,

My Poetic Promise to Myself:

Through it all, I have survived.

There must be a reason I'm still alive.

*and I must seek it…*

If I want my soul to feel revived,

I must be willing to take a deeper dive,

while refusing to be ruled by what my head may contrive.

*easier said than done…*

But the truth upon which I have arrived

is that I have too many blessings to feel deprived.

So from this moment, I solemnly strive

to allow myself to truly thrive.

and never again “lose” that drive.

*for it was never lost to begin with*

My Poetic Life Philosophy

I refuse to live a life where I merely exist,

for life loses value when one doesn’t persist.

🌱 Survival is an instinct.🌱

🎁Life is a gift.🎁

May my adventure continue, and in the beautiful way it was meant to be received.

…This beautiful journey is to be continued…

Through thick and thin,

The person who never left your side…and never will…