Beliefs
a room with no windows
invisible exit doors
imprisoned minds
Opportunities
windows to the future
ask for courage to leap
cross boundary lines
Action plans
moving out through doors
steering wheels on roads
evaluating blocks in time
Touching peaks
climbing mountains unseen
not knowing what’s next
carving out windows nevertheless
destinations self-defined
Success
I get what I want
or believed what I can
circular paths, designed views
windows change colour and clime
When I reach the top, I’ll open a new window to the sky.

Excellent.
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Thanks!
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Indeed Reena Stories Humans Bind And
Bond Over From Birth Spoon-Fed ThiS WaY
For Whatever Ideology and Symbols Humans
May Co-Create For the Rule of Order And At Best
Wings That Are
Not Clipped
Under Ceilings
Trapped Within Walls With No Doors
Left To Create Human Potential RiSinG
Blasting Past The Ceilings Tearing
Walls Down to Lands of
Freedoms Where
Wings Sing
More Than
What is Spoon Fed Before
Even Dance Free With SMiLes..:)
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Wonderful! Especially the lines
Wings that are not clipped
Under ceilings
Trapped within walls with no doors
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SMiles Thanks
So Much For The
Inspiration Of Your
Poetry Always Filled
With Wisdom Reena☺️🙌
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Thanks a ton!
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☺️
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So good it leads to success
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Glad you liked it, Bjorn!
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So good Reena 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Nice of you to say that 😊
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Always a pleasure
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I like this poem of belief in oneself. So many windows, so much in life! Thank you for sharing. 😊
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Thank you so much, Merril!
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You’re very welcome!
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Wow!! Brilliant poetry, Ma’am. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Aishwarya!
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