Poems On Finding Yourself Novels & Stories

Xoxo Soph. I look over at my phone and the clock it's not even five in the morning. “What the heck?” I said out loud. I throw the covers off of me, and I put my sneakers on. I throw on a sports bra, and I brush my teeth. Within ten minutes, I am coasting on the treadmill. Music is blasting in through my ear pods. Demot (See Yourself in my eyes)” by Fred Again starts playing. It's this random Indie EDM song I came across one day during a Peloton class. It pretty much says the same thing until these few lines I love. “Fall in love with someone that enjoys your weirdness, Not someone that tries to talk you into normal.” And then Elliot stumbles through the doors. “Perfect timing” my su

Tessa explained to her in detail as everyone listened with rapt attention. “These are birds in flight. The lowest one here has a small and barely visible net on it that is trapping the wings. That shows that you will face many hardships at the beginning of the journey. Taking the first step and leaving your familiar circle is always the hardest. It’s difficult to take flight, even if you were escaping imprisonment.” “The second one has one of the wings a little crooked. It symbolizes that the journey is never smooth and has ups and downs. There is hard work and struggles involved.”

I hugged my mum goodnight for the last time in a long while and headed to bed. I was restless the whole night, vividly dreaming about being in a forest, the forest was in full bloom and looked amazing. I was awestruck by the nature I was surrounded by, however, in the distance stood a shadowy figure of a man. I tried to call out to him for him to walk further and further away from me. I woke up to be dripping in sweat confused and flustered. The dream felt so realistic for some reason, but reality had hit me as today was D-Day. I got up, showered, braided my hair and put on the clothes that I had laid out the previous evening for my first day. Here goes nothing..

“You will find someone someday, if that’s what you want. Someone who truly understands and accepts you.” A faint smile touched her lips, and she sighed. “I hope so. But until then... I think I need to figure out who I am. Really.” I nodded, letting go of her chin. “I think that’s a good idea.” I paused, smiling a little. “And in the meantime, you can help others find themselves, too. ” She gave a soft laugh and looked away. “We’ll see about that.” I nudged her gently. “C’mon, Tina. Where’s my favorite confident girl? Where’s the girl who once jumped up on the table at the bar and belted the entire chorus to Bohemian Rhapsody, word for word, just on a dare?”

Smashing itself against my bones. Find him. FIND HIM. FIND HIM.

We traveled to the ends of the earth, and still, we could not find what we were looking for. Just as we were about to give up, we heard the voice of the spirit wolf again. It told us to look within, to find the light that was within ourselves. We took this advice to heart, and we closed our eyes, searching deep within our souls. And then, we saw a light, a light that was brighter and more powerful than anything we had ever seen before. It filled us with warmth and hope, and we knew that we had found the true moon. It was within us all along, we just had to look in the right place.

On the ranch and in that forsaken little town, I was the outcast; here I am, a man that you want to be seen with. That is still a part of this life that I am trying to get used to. The spotlight, being under the eyes of everyone all the time. But as I said, I think this is my true purpose. I believe I had to go to the ranch to go find myself. Yes, I found Mekayla, but you cannot have the best of both.

I hide it so well, I smile my mind run miles, I speak no words my energy’s thought… I’m troubled. Can you see? My eyes wonder every path, My mind has wondered about, I wonder……’ ‘No, no, no. I cannot do this to myself. The moment I allow this thoughts, this poem conversion of mine to go on, I will go deeper. I need to stop thinking’

"Do you think our time is up in this life?" "No. You must fight, you are awake now, find yourself. Heal." She stood, shaking out her coat and loping off into the blackness. How was I supposed to find myself? The only light around seemed to travel with me, and with her. Her light had faded into the distance, just barely a speck of dust on the horizon. Maybe I should follow her?

“Are you telling me I am really not belong in this world?” “She's always behind you,” she said, look behind me with longing. “She won't came back until you find the path design to you.” I shut my eyes, unable to think the deepest. I kind of doubt my mind, however I can felt that the doubt will only worsen everything. I didn't felt myself, yet the way I falling felt like finding myself. I trembled when idea came suddenly to mind. “Not a princess, not even suppose exist in this world,” I said, looking to the Queen, “so who am I, really?”