My Urn


Wrinkling in my lap,
Thoughts are scratching my heart.
Trying to be bolder,
My soul needs to alter.
Gathering up myself with the experiences of life,
Constantly paddling to weave myself in the current moments.
Pines my mind,
To make this life a shine for my dear ones.
But still the weight of a bleak of negativity,
Shrinks my guarded positive urn.
Aspiring to help my community,
My mind is always on baffling lanes.
Searching for the ways,
To comfort the aching sails.
To aid the hearts,
So that they can bloom like the stars.


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