What seemed like a cage brought me so much rage but in reality, was my protection.
Cried afew times for “freedom”, knowing so less I was guarded from predators.
Desiring to change where I was, I wanted to become the chief editor.
I wanted a wild adventure, oblivious of the adverse temperature.
I felt tortured and so many times, felt miniature.
Life felt inaccessible, because there was only room for the inevitable — Process
I thought I was hidden, but in reality I was chosen.
I thought it was all a camouflage, but in reality, it was a greatness recharge.
It was a waiting room.
It was a process for progress.
It was a time to gather strength, against the enemy’s dents
It was a time to sprout for the unprecedented rout.
The Thing About Process
Source (Temi’s Pen)