MYTH

Vault over, Self-infliction.

Just like a walk

In the rain.

Rinse,

My meager

Esteem.

I Breathe

The Excellence

Of Natural

Incenses...

Could It Be a myth-

Discolors still at bay

To display

An image of quiet insecurities.

Not long before

We comprehend

How to mend,

That portion-

But somehow

We strive to

Drive and

Push through…

So Now that

We Prosper,

And forever remember the image

Not long ago

Of an individual

Who manufactured

Happiness

With a Reason Why…

-Not A Myth

Beauty drops anchor from within the nature

Of one's Character

and

Proclivity.

The reason we live is formed by Growth because of a

MYTH-