All these tears could be footsteps...

After all the people
whose lives
you’ve seen transformed
by sheer grit,
persistence, perseverance –
you still have the right
to sit here
and stare at your feet.
And dive into your angst.
Swim in its warm bitterness.
But destinations
don’t come to us,
our call is to seek them out.
At some point
you must rise strong for yours.



POEM: © Iz Mazano
PICTURE: Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

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