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One more step - Poem

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? - poem

Why does it sometimes feel
like a part of me is missing?
Why is there an emptiness inside me
where I should feel whole?

Why does life seem to happen around me
while I watch it quietly from afar?
As if I’m standing outside my own existence,
observing my life instead of truly living it.

And why, when everything seems to be here,
do I still feel somewhere far away—
searching for the piece of myself
I somehow lost along the way?

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