My Road
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1 min readSep 19, 2019
My road is not
A road where the weather is always sunny and the birds are singing.
My road is not
A road where I will walk lightly on flowers, not afraid of the thorns underneath.
My road is not
going to be a reflection of another’s.
My road is not
A road that suddenly has a dead end, leaving me stranded and helpless.
My road is
bumpy and has turns that might make me dizzy.
My road is
where all of my mistakes and decisions come together to mingle.
My road is
My reassurance that I’m alive; where I can stop to breathe in the cold air, keeping me awake.
My road is
my own and nobody can take it from me.