Stronger

Every now and then,

Every once in a while,

Ink splatters all over this page, in a cursive confusedmanner,

Moves my hand, think I while.

What has life come down to?

What has HE written for me?

After such a rocky childhood,

Is all my life, with stones and thorns, set to be?

My mind is not at peace,

Every thought more horrifying than the one before,

A fight I fight with myself,

Trying to salvage any life left in my core.

Noticing I am now,

How my entire life has become one big question mark,

How all light is fading away?

And how slowly creeping in is the dark.

Is this the glimpse of the future?

Is this the start of something horrible, something horriblynew?

Or is now the time the winds of luck,

In my favour, blew?

Sympathy, empathy and pity,

This I need not,

All I ask for from you is an answer,

To why, in this web, am I caught?

Strength lies underneath this frame of elemental!

Don’t force me to be the animal I used to!

Don’t force me kill whatever is left of my soul!

Don’t force me to ask myself am I, who?

She says why is it all so wicked, so twisted?

She says breathe life a little,

How do I put in words the war inside me?

How do I show the pillars of my happiness, so brittle?

Maybe HE doesn’t want me content,

Maybe I am not destined for this,

But fear not, for resilient I get every day,

For my demons, one-on-one, I dismiss.

I just thank you for moulding me, blow by blow,

For all you throw at me, I can face

Head on, knuckles out, like a brute force,

Without, even a tear of bloods, trace.