Half a Life, poetry by Ariti Jankie at Spilwords.com

Half a Life

Half a Life

written by: Ariti Jankie

 

Too late or not too late to stop living half a life.
A yearning to become, living in dreams, waiting for tomorrow.
Only to live the dream half-heartedly, saddled with responsibilities.
Caring for elders, taking care of the children, losing one’s identity.
Doing the right thing, making sacrifices, to find in the end a futile journey.
How did I not know how to live life passionately?
Is it too late to stop wallowing in self-pity to get over my stupidity?
Alas, this dilemma, I fear, will be the undoing of me.

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