Poem: The Atlas Within
A compass our oblivious soul follows
In the quiet corridors of my soul,
Lies a story untold,
A whisper of resolve and courage,
Amid the tangled vines of ambition and mirage.
Through the lush meadows of dreams and desires,
In the canopy of aspirations,
Submerging myself in the waves of my essence,
I soak in the river of resilience.
For in the cartography of the soul’s ardency,
The Atlas within stays a testament to my journey,
An odyssey of self and a mosaic of identity,
A branch of my vivid self and a star in the shimmering galaxy.
Poems have a way of taking us down the slope of creativity, doesn’t it?
It took me nearly an hour to write this poem because, well, it is such an entangled tapestry; sometimes, even I lost my thoughts.
But the result is so worth it.
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