Storm;
Rain.
Dirt;
Pain.
I'm gone;
Insane.
I could feel dessert in my vein
Terror running through my brain
And I see the fleet and the heat reversing my aim
Defeat;
Fell.
The flit;
Hell.
I'm sinking inside the well
But I live like all is well
Brain;
Dead!
My skin is turning to a shell
Mind and soul running to a dwell
The thought
And memory
The fall
And gravity
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves
And all that famous harmony of leaves
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky;
Had blotted out my image and the cries.
But I keep sailing on the deck of the abandoned ship
Maybe one day, I'll find my way, to the top of the hip
Irrespective of the hate speech and sar-donic
Some say I'm doomed like Odysseus and his wagon ship
But I keep levitating my soaring height
Like a moon climbing upon an empty sky
No climate or condition could dismantle me
Like a bat hanging on a drying tree
This language which my dream is written; keep-on baffling me
And there's never being a psyche to analyse or subtitles it
Maybe somebody hid hope and desire; + fear and hate
Under my feet that follows me night and day
Maybe someday my dark heart will at least turn to gray
For this is the price that I've got to pay
To be brave in the face of pain
*
Tears rise in my heart
And gathers in my eye
As I lean to touch the sky
The more I try; more I fall
As I try to blaspheme between the stars
The more I search; more I lost
More I cry; the more I mourn
For my book of fate is about to burn
The path to my dreams is about to u-turn
How on earth will I debug,
This raging fault
How will I erase this engraved dirt?
My skin will burn; my flesh will hurt
Though my dreams are dead but I still live
I shred my strength to breath; but I still breathe
How I wish to be with him (my dream) under the six feet
How I wish I got a deadly flick from this street
Then, I decide to take a walk through my district.
To rid away the thought from my instinct
Ironically, I walk majestically and peep at everyone I did meet.
And I think that how would it be
If I wasn't bred to slum filled with big filth
Then I shake my head
And I said.
How could it feel?
To live without being seeing
To live like a god in my thought
To live poor but humane in my hut
To live in this world without being hurt
To pass through enemies plot without being caught
The abhor and foe won't want me grow
Let them go to space and stop me glow (the vibe, they don't)
So I don't feel abice with their songs of hate;
Malice and rage.
I have worked hard
And at this juncture I cannot ******
That tears I've shed were because of fear,
The kick I took that deafened my ear.
Eventually I became this child of steel,
Hard as a rock, with no tender feel.
I became immune to the blows to my head,
As the tips of my welts slightly bled.
The pain, it faded and my heart grew weak,
But as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.
It teaches me from wrong to right.
My rage grew strong,
And even against the world,
I won't take a flight
I stood to fight

This is a game called life,
a game I never asked to play
a game that I felt like I would always lose
because so much has happened
more bad than good
which left me feeling weary
A young body with an old mind
Though it does come from my depression
though it does come from my anxiety
though it does comes from my fears
I have to say, I've always felt different
in how I see the world.
It truly is in the palm of the wicked
Something I've always known
But unlike most games,
there is no map,
there is no cheat code
Once you go forward,
you can't go back
Life is a game we can't restart
And I feel like a failure
The one who laments on her mistakes
The one who wishes that she could begin again
And though she knows she can't, the one who
wishes not to die but fade away...
But then it hit me one day,
for me to play, I need to love my
own reflection.
I need to know who I am at my core
I need to remember that any change I
want to come in my life
the stability I yearn for
the career I dream of
the happiness I want to feel
the love the little girl in me believes in
All of that I want to come
I know starts with my first step
I search and search but I do
see
the true reflection
that shines within me

When the waves come crashing over you...and the saltwater fills your mouth.

When you've turned like a towel in the washer of life...and your thought is nowhere to be found.

When it seems almost hopeless to surface again. As your fall was predestined from birth.

In these moments find self in the memory of WHY...as each wave knows its place on the earth.