Monday, January 17, 2022

The Golden Crown



The baby in me cries for help,
But not long it ever dwell.

I am stronger than I think,
Regaining myself before the brink.

Baby steps do I take ,
Leaps and bounds I do not fake.

Learning to survive with all my might ,
Setting my life in direction right.

I will let my intuition groom,
And forever I will be NABlooms.

This is a creation of my intuition,
Marking yet another step of my evolution.

Taking now some small steps,
Living a life of no regrets.

Somewhere I need to put my foot down,
And on my head I shall carry a golden crown.