There's still so much to see, to experience 

A longer road to travel 

A mysterious journey to unravel 

A little more while before it begins to make sense.

But now I feel like I lost purpose,

This route is just too diverted,

Not part of the story I wanted to write, not wanted!

Ugly lines that shouldn't I dispose? 

I'm stranded…

But I'm struggling to not be dead,

For what are dreams realized without the dreamer?

I'm fighting…

Against these uncertainties and the negative feeling,

That I may not survive the atrocities of achievemephobia!

But I'm surviving…

For in the storms, many hills I climbed without falling,

And again I keep doing it till it gets in order.

Now I'm living…

With the presence of the natural struggles-

A part of the story where the body is built up by hurdles.

Oh, I'm still writing…

For there's so much more to see, to experience,

A longer road to travel,

A mysterious journey to unravel,

Just a little more while before it all makes sense!

~The Lettered Pen.