Apricity: English poem by Alyna Awan

In search of the apricity
I’ve left the lucid life I had.
But was it really okay to just dream?
And not working to make them come true.
I’ve once thought myself as Cinderella
But the truth is
She at least had a prince charming saving her at the end.
So the question is.
What I have?
I only have myself
To save me
To gift me the life I dream for
But it’s real life and it’s not easy
And like book stories I can’t skip the chapters that suffers
I have to live like that
Having bullet holes covered with clothes
But I guess I am not the only one like that
Every real person is the same
In the world, I’ve seen different faces with similar stories
Hiding their scars with smiles like me
I wonder how much I can relate to everyone I talk to
Feeling like the problems I have are nothing in front of theirs
But again
It’s not like I’ve talked to every person in the world
One thing I come to know is
God is really fair.
In terms of sufferings or happiness.
God is really fair.
I just hope everyone who suffers in this world finds peace
Including me.