By Sarah Khan
The past may torture me, evoke and arise
The future might threaten maybe once or twice
But if I make up my mind so hard
Like tides and oceans, I'll rise
They told me that I'm incapable
With silly questions that I ask
And brash or useless things I say
How would I even accomplish a task?
These I believe are friends in disguise
They show me their lies, in order to look nice
Unaware of my capacities, they don't know
Like sweet-tiny bubbles, I'll rise
Many people have their own selfish worlds
Hardly few come to help when you need
But they're always there at your failure
After all, they get a new topic to defeat
At my back, they view me in despise
So fake that they can't even look into my eyes
Once the limit is crossed for me
Like the emerging gleam and aura, I'll rise
My problems see me as a weak soul
They challenge me like nothing else could
And the moment I conquer them
They revert back to me as they would
Let them challenge me with malice
I take them as my gift and surprise
Staying strong makes me a warrior
Like heavy storms and winds, I'll rise
Do they look at me with sympathy?
And wait for my upcoming tears
They long for me to quit the trial
And continue being enslaved by fears
Perhaps they target someone who easily cries
Happy to mock, not ready to compromise
These thorns on my road may come
But like dreams and hopes, I'll rise
Loneliness engulf me like a predator
Expecting me to step into depression
And diseases haunt me with their stories
Along with worries regarding career and profession
The way winners thrive for the prize
With determination and strength that never dies
Giving the best with positive notions
Like seeds and spring, I'll rise
Like seeds and spring, I'll rise...
By Sarah Khan
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