The Nightingale's Tale

02/08/23

Growth the turtle
Anxiety the hare
Why am I still here
I should be over there

Should of, could of, would of
Judgements make me move
From others, but mostly myself
My worth I want to prove

Yet progress can’t be seen
It’s taking it’s time
The budding of my soul
Once a seed so fine

One day I’ll bear fruit
I’ll win my own race
I’ll listen to my heart
And embrace my destined pace