One fine summer morning,
I took a stroll through my local town park.
There I stumbled upon a rather rusty dagger.
Though not very sharp or lustrous,
it had an intricate hilt
that caught my attention.

Without further introspection,
I decided to steal the dagger.
And just when no one around was looking,
I hid it gently inside the pocket of my jacket.

But can you really call me a thief ?
It was a weary looking old dagger.
Not much of any good use.
"What if any youth had found it first and put the dagger to misuse?"
I walked back home with a smile,
reflecting upon my good deed.

Your soul astray in darkness,
Like a demon put out its light.
No spark of life within.

Fire-up your soul,
Let there be light.

Let the fire breathe out sparks,
And strengthen your soul.
Let the flames soar high,
And fuel every inch of you.
Let the fire burn your past mistakes,
And pave way for new light.
Let your worry turn into ashes,
And heal your soul to its core.

But don't let the light fade away,
Don't let the spark die,
Let there be light,
Let there be some light to guide.

One day I'll wake up to a different day,
as I bid farewell to my past.
I'll wake up to a different sky.
A beautiful day.

You'll see my eyes grin
as the warm sun kiss my face in joy,
And my hair dance to the tempo of the breeze.

You'll find me hop past the pink meadows like a merry child.
And then you'll see me run.
And I'll run as fast as I can,
like a firework in the sky,
rejoicing every stride towards freedom I take,
in this beautiful maze called life.

Women make it all look easy
walking on a tight rope,
balancing all their struggles,
whilst juggling with work and a domestic chore,
motherhood and inequality,
abuse and other troubles.

Yet they have a warm smile,
like a daffodil garden during March.
A heart filled with kindness,
like a picturesque sunset by the river.
And a mind fuelled with passion,
ready to conquer the world
& inspire the women of tomorrow.