A Brave Soul

By Aariya Sharma

A gush of wind pushed me back

Past where my self-love lacked.

Theft of faith, broken in sickness

It felt like a case with no witness.

Absence of growth hampered my peace

Watched my sanity shattered into pieces.

Tough times never last, but tough people do

But the first thing you lose in tough times is you.

Endless thoughts my mind cooked

It’s the suffering that went on loop.

Every night my heart beats fast

In all the chaos, my confidence was lost.

Keeping patience was like holding sand

Hoping to find someone on an empty island.

Hopeless and sad, I wanted to be free

A leaf of hope fell from a tree.

Breaking walls, I grabbed a rope

Giving birth to a new set of hopes.

A stranger standing watched me suffer

Preached me lessons that stopped my buffer.

Negativity exited like an old attire

Suffering and pain was ready to retire.

Gathered my courage against all the odds

Restored my belief in no one but God

A gear of self-love shifted to first

That seemed like a cycle with the rust.

Winning over my fears, like a piece of cake

Smiling and chilling, sitting near a lake.

Learning life and focusing on winning

On past and fear, I am not leaning

Drenching and dancing soaked in rain

Filling my bucketlist, roaming in the mountains

Breaking barriers, I am learning to fly

Dear Past, It’s time to say goodbye!

The key to happiness was in my own hands

Growing and glowing in my sweet La La Land.

Writing and turning thoughts with my pen

The first step to success is to get out of den.

By Aariya Sharma