life is a work of art
alone, scared and cowardly
i suppose everyone
has their own experience
tend to hide
to a safer place; protected
but never bloom
to its fullest
like a tied bonsai
planted in a limited space
an art they say
but i disagree
i still want to be free
to naturally grow in the wild
harmful it may be
but i'm not scared
this surely make me smile
to every sprout i made
i stretch my faith
as time mend my broken heart
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