I rose with the sun;
I rose with gratitude,
With bliss, and eagerness
For life, for a chance
To be, to make
A difference,
To feel, and exist
In every breath.
I rose, and trouble rose—
No strange feeling,
Yet no true
Understanding
Of it have I.
Only this lacking—
Incompleteness, some
Blanks, emptiness,
Where once existed
Something
Buried in memory,
Or perhaps,
Hidden
Somewhere within;
Someplace deep.
Some secrets, some
Have claimed,
Are intended
For our good—
I set out to seek,
Beyond my depths,
For truth
In such claims.
Will I find memories,
Or secrets?
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Categories: Poetry
Benie Langat
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.
On a road to discovery one finds both. 🙂
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I am learning, ☺ thank you!
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Very beautiful indeed 💖🌹
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I am glad you found it so. Thank you! ☺❤
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Many blessings
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Blessings 🎆
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🌺🌺🌺
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Ohhhh beautiful…..
Hallo Benie how can I contact you🙏🙏🙏
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I am glad you found it so. Thank you! ☺
You can send me greetings to davinci(dot)monalissa(at)gmail(dot)com, and I will share my mobile number.
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Alright thank you much😎😎😎🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
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No problem ☺🎆
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