She is a greedy bastard who is never satisfied.

Never blessed her strength for carrying her ungrateful baggage’s to the shores.

Now the next thing is to swim the river of fear.

& the salty taste in her mouth isn’t blood but her rebellious tears.

If she embraced her journey first,

& realised her life isn’t a race,

She wouldn’t be drowning in the murky sea of the next accomplishment.

She will definitely make it,

But she won’t get there without soaking in despire.