Stroll of Serenity

About this poem

In my journey through life, I've come to understand that dwelling on the past and longing for what once was isn't necessary. With this realization, I step out onto the street, taking only what I need. I carry a bag, not to collect material possessions, but to shield myself from the drops of sadness that threaten to blur my vision. Despite experiencing loss and yearning for happiness, I resolve not to let tears fall, choosing instead to await joy with resilience and serenity.  more »