the chaos of yesteryears
stained wet my face
impeded my advancement
physically, mentally, and emotionally
severely slowed down my progress
when the catalysts came
one after the other
they laid down a tough foundation
raised boundaries forged to protect
as knowledge and wisdom grew
so did my being
where i began, my past ended
I Write Her 
Bad experiences may sometimes hinder our growth as a person. But when luck comes at the right time, our hope lives again to encourage us to begin where we fall. Thanks for the share !
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Definitely, and I think a healthy dose of realism and acceptance goes a long way to having hope of a better future. It was a pleasure to share!
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Love the last line…
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❤ Thank you, Reena!
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Very wise words. The end was smartly written.
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Thank you so much, Vignesh! ❤
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Brilliant, Susi. I love that emphasis on building foundations.
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Thank you so much, Joyce! Yes, they are so important otherwise what do we have to stand on?
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Agreed.
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🙂
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Oh what a brilliant poem, especially that last line. 👌🏼
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❤ Thank you, Sadje! :*)
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