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One More Step Sometimes I wonder how many times I've almost given up, how many mornings I woke up feeling tired of trying. How often I whispered that I couldn't do it anymore, yet somehow found the strength to face another day. There are moments when the road seems endless, when every little step feels smaller than the last. I watch others reaching places I'm still dreaming of, and wonder if perhaps I'm simply moving too slowly. But then I think about everything I've already survived. The disappointments, the mistakes, the unexpected turns, the days when I had nothing left but a little hope, and still managed to find my way through the darkness. Maybe courage isn't always about being fearless. Perhaps it's getting up when nobody sees you fall, trying again when your heart is full of doubts, and believing that even the smallest steps matter. And tomorrow, if life feels difficult again, I'll remind myself that I don't need to see the finish line. I onl...

Why am I still dreaming?

Why Am I Still Dreaming?

Why am I still dreaming of you,
When morning says that we are through?
Why does my heart, against my mind,
Still search for something left behind?

Why do your eyes return at night,
Like distant stars that refuse their flight?
Why does your voice still call my name,
When everything should not feel the same?

Perhaps some hearts don't understand
How to release another's hand,
They keep one touch, one kiss, one view,
And build a thousand dreams from you.

Maybe one day I'll wake and see
That letting go has set me free,
But until dawn makes dreams depart,
You'll live somewhere inside my heart.


Comments

  1. If you love someone, let them go. If they come back, they were always yours to be with, if not, they were never meant to be in the first place.

    I never meant any harm for you. I never lied to you about my feelings. Whatever you did and said, you know best. You did it out of conservation (and I understand that).

    It did hurt to hear that the person you thought cares for you, doesn't.

    I wish you will be happy, Iza. Somehow. This is the last message I will ever send. You know where I am and who I am.

    This poem, although I know it's not for me, IT IS ME.

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