Embracing inner light
How does it feel to be called a disappointment?
In the silence of darkness,
lingers the memories of the past.
Words of profanity,
blame for being unauspicious.
A clear declaration of disappointment.
Whispers that keep the eyes awake,
stretching the night in discomforting stillness,
raising fear of cautious behavior,
worried about being the reason for others’ dismay.
Doubts spring.
Hope of survival diminishes.
Life seems less vibrant.
Death now holds hope.
But because we still breathe,
Living must be the way.
While I still stand
as an emblem of disappointment,
I wear the title as armor.
and fight through my way.
These nights will repeat.
And the attacks will only get harder next time.
As the storm intensifies with time,
I will not stay behind.
And will emerge as a better version than today.
Yes, it's easier said than done.
But what will be made of time?
If just wasted with tears and aches.
Might as well give a fitting fight,
so will get stronger in the meantime.
