nndamia

it's the minute you breathe out of your body,

the second of hesitation.

to the time you felt your insides dance,the black and whites

the monuments youve carved of yourself and those in honour of it.

on your feet, tall with beliefs but,

stranded on the wrong ground.

it's the minute you feel it inside and start doubting your fears

you follow through, just to go through the works of the wheel