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
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