The Grind
reading through the layers of the onion that i just cut
tears dripped down my cheeks
but the air was not the culprit this time
it was my heart yearning for whats lost
the ifs and buts became my chains
rebranded me into a slave
now i do the 9 to 5
follow the rules submit to the grind
how did it become so grim
was i just a bright bulb bound to get dim
as time became the knife
that sliced my inner shine
layer by layer
line by line
But now I see the truth so clear,
And shed the layers of my fear,
I'll peel back each and every one,
Until my light shines like the sun.
I'll reassess and realign,
With the passion that was left behind,
I'll reignite my fearless spark,
And let it guide me through the dark.
I'll rediscover what was lost,
And pay no heed to any cost,
I'll redesign my life with might,
And let my soul take flight.
I'll refine the edges of my past,
And let my courage hold steadfast,
For though the journey may be long,
I'll sing my anthem, bold and strong.
With each layer that I shed,
I'll take back what was left for dead,
I'll reignite my inner fire,
And let my spirit soar higher.
No more chains to hold me down,
No more ifs or buts to make me frown,
I'll live a life that's truly mine,
With purpose, passion, strength divine.
The tears may fall, but not in vain,
For they've washed away the inner pain,
And with each layer that I've shed,
I've grown stronger, bolder, and more ahead.
So let the tears fall down my face,
For they're a symbol of my grace,
A symbol of my strength and might,
As I peel back the layers and take flight
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Submitted on March 01, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXXA XXXB CCXDED FFGG DBHH AXII JJKK LLEE MMDD NNLL OOII |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,567 |
Words | 356 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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