He's trying to break the glass ceiling,
He keeps punching, now his fists bleeding,
The footsteps above only motivate him further,
In finding true freedom, it's minus two
But his burning desire is enough, to burn an igloo,
Let's just see what the power of thought can do.

Alien to the things I see,
I have no intention to glance,
Through their lenses,
Alternative perceptions cannot clout
What I wish to seek.

A man, a movement,
Whose words stung like a Bee,
But had the masses floating to him,
When he spoke about peace,
He shook up the World like he said he would,
And twisted our perceptions of what it meant to be a true hero,
And for that we thank you.

When the mirror shatters,
What you reflect to society,
No longer matters,
Because the construction one,
Has built upon themselves,  
Is now on the floor,
Cracked into pieces of shattered fragments,
And now what you were then is now no more,
Now the only piece you have left,
Is the peace in your soul.

The crimson on your petal has lost its aesthetic appeal,
Once smoothly textured, you’ve become prickly,
One touch that could make medicine ill,
Bloom they say like the flower you are,
Regressing back to a seed only dilutes your potential by far,
If you were a planet, you would be called Venus the reluctant star,
What happened to the passion that runs skin deep in your hue?  
Your thorns express the type of painful beauty,
Only those that are admired from afar can do.

Indeed the light that shined on your peers,
Will find its time to shine on you,
But patience is only a virtue if the outcome flourishes,
Into the type of majestic beauty,
Only a great late bloomer can do.

Would the taste of joy be less sweet if we didn't experience pain?

Would success be less triumphant if we never knew failure?

Would the innocence of a child be less endearing if corruption wasn't pending?

Would the right to freedom be less powerful if we didn't experience tyranny?

Would this poem be less impactful if we could not find an answer?

An inflated balloon is vulnerable but that is the only way it can fly,
I shall no longer feel the fear of the sun, when I close my eyes as the power,
Of a mere wink is enough to eclipse its strong beam from afar,
We are all just trying to find some form of escape so we look for loopholes,
For our minds to run, or to just stroll for a bit,

Stay flowing like the blood in our veins,
Even the water from a cup remains shapeless in times of restraint,
A statue of a bird is made of stone which may make it stronger,
But we are made of something stronger, since the ability of flexibility,
Gives us the power to emit change, which is far bolder,

Wouldn’t it be grand to climb out of that well of fear?
And turn those wishes, into a reality of something celebratory to the ear?
The key to opening the shackles of our mind may depend,
On how far we are willing to go,
It is only when reaching out to somewhere in the unknown,
Do we find that true freedom, is being at peace to escape,

Even if the parts are separated and alone.

Love at first sight? No son, your vision's blurry,
What's encapsulating your feelings is lust
Powerful, but short-lived
Pleasurable through every taste
But after each taste, that void to quench your thirst will remain
If love is a force, lust must be an energy,
Here for the moment, but we don't know how long it will last.

You flow like the waves in the current.
Looking for peace in a space of no direction.
A rock to stop you in your tracks is not enough.
Even the power of the Titanic couldn't handle your fiercest storm. Diving in your ocean can at times be euphoric, but this is contrasted with your tides which are also neurotic.
Land that's stoic, is the key to handling your boundless unpredictability. The ying to your yang, you remain limitless, whilst knowing your limitations.
Sinking every ship, you become swollen.
An equilibrium is all you need and land is the only counterpart to put you at ease.
Ocean of emotion, your mouth spews salt water, try tasting something sweet for a change.
Ocean of emotion, it’s difficult to follow your motion when the colour coming from your mood ring is blue.