Some poignant thoughts acclaim my head;
And the fears deep wince my heart;
Some worries arise from the dead;
And I fear, I will fall apart.
I am a painted smile under the shallow sun;
I am a vehement tear in the dark night;
Can’t recall the battles which I have won;
But I am falling apart in this fight.
My drowning courage has no edge to hold;
The might and the will seem slipping away;
I too yearn for a soul to behold;
But what blinds my eyes is dismay.
I was so well poised for this long race;
To hit the bull’s eye at any cost; But,
suddenly this all has turned into a maze;
And I, a traveler, who is lost.
Suddenly the world has stopped around;
And I, stand midst a crowded street;
Then, it would move with a quick rebound;
And I, unable to move my feet.
Now, since hopes have gone in despair;
And I see no chance to recuperate;
I see a dazzle in the air;
Announcing a turn in my fate.
I chase the dazzle all the way;
It leads me to a familiar place;
Why I never approached it in dismay?
Was the question slamming in my face.
I never knew it was all inside;
for I kept believing everything was wrong;
Beneath the void the faith resides:
and hope was there all along.
I told my heart not to cry;
I told my heart to be strong.
What was the need to wince and wry?
When hope was there all along.
My drowning will was saved, Alas!
I told myself, “THIS TOO SHALL PASS”;
The clouds of fear began to fade;
I held my might and proudly said:-
So what if I have winced and whined?
Perhaps even pounced in pain;
I will stand up, I will shine
I WILL RISE, ABOVE AGAIN.