Different
No one really has a clue,
Diving face first into everything they do.
We're all just winging it,
Sharing stories of how we survived,
Hoping someday we fulfill our purpose for being alive.
This thing called life, was not once explained.
Alone we learn, that with every lose, more is gained.
Each enduring all kinds of trials and tribulations,
Most with a head full of complications.
Since the day we are delivered at birth,
We grow to seek, why we were put on earth.
From every dark storm, continuous battles, bleeding wounds, and a shattered heart.
We must not forget, it's our differences in who we are, that uniquely sets us apart.
Only then we can truly, understand the reason why,
The advice we were given, was to always live every moment to the fullest until the day we die.
Copyright © Tayla-Jade Fodera | Year Posted 2016
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