POETRY
We are the Architects of Our Destiny
In life, I stand alone,
Architects of destiny, seeds I’ve sown.
A tableau vast, my dreams unfurled,
I shape my fate in this boundless world.
With every choice, a brushstroke bold,
In my hands, the future I tightly hold.
No puppetry strings, no force unseen,
My journey’s captain, on seas serene.
Through valleys low and mountains high,
I navigate the vastness of the sky.
No victim, no pawn in another’s game,
I write my story, my own, my name.
The pen in my grasp, I craft each line,
A symphony of choices, a design divine.
Challenges may come, like storms at sea,
Yet, resilient hearts steer me to be free.
I embrace the power within my core,
Forge ahead, let doubt be no more.
In the echo of time, let it be known,
I am the architect, my path my own.
So I rise with courage, let dreams take flight,
Illuminate the darkness, banish the night.
For in my hands, the power to weave,
A destiny bold, only I can achieve.
Elvie Lins 2024
I was watching a TV show on our Local Channel and the advertisement said, we design our own life and so this poem was born.
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Garima Sharma’s poem
Thanking Annelise Lords, Dr. Gabriella Korosi, Dr. Preeti Singh, and DR Rawson — The Possibilist for his inspiring article.
Thank you so much for reading.
