Despite it

Do I have the right to  get angry, sad, depressive despite my heart willing and needs. Yet I am found  of poetry my potential rym is poor like rumours in foggy day that disappeares in air showing my disability and  my heart can see my ability to perform and to write more than  expectations and go beyond my imagination. Between my desire and my dissertation and i lie in dessert trying to get on track to go out of writers block and fill my blog like bank account. To vivid my words with the  colour of rainbows to  feel to be a wake  and express my purpose in life in poetry way probably you won’t understand that but am following my dreams & take the risk of climbing that mountain alone.




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