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 roseβ
No strange feeling,
Yet no true
Understanding
Of it have I.
Only this lackingβ
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 goodβ
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.
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I am learning, βΊ thank you!
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Very beautiful indeed ππΉ
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I am glad you found it so. Thank you! βΊβ€
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Many blessings
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Blessings π
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Ohhhh beautiful…..
Hallo Benie how can I contact youπππ
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I am glad you found it so. Thank you! βΊ
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 muchππππ€π€π€π€π€
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No problem βΊπ
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