For so long, I've been under the covers.
Sleeping past the day and night.
They say you're someone.
Yet, no one in their lives
I believed, not me but them.
So Here, nothing has changed in my life.
But the day, I start to believe in me,
I know, the Sun will rise.

Faith is fragile yet strong.
A rupturous awaiting.
That ruptures not so effortlessly.
It's excitement, It's boredom.
It's pleasure and monotony.
It's grief, it's victory.
It conquers and it let go.
A paradoxical symphony,
Bitter yet sweet.