A nymph that bestrews pulchritude
Had troublous nights too,
Plumbless sorrow
Plenteous misery

But lenity,
notably inhume every single piece of ire in my heart
Stilly, progressing
for a better survival

Malefic,
others might say
but little did they know
it's just being tough
to behold the future

Dulcifying each moment of my existence,
silently,
with people whom I trust

Still in the process,
but nigh to what I want to become
I am a believer
of my own thoughts.