Path

Heights beneath the pale blue sky;
I stand, giving in for a fresh new try.
Revisiting all my adversities; burdened under these debris,
I affirm, I won’t cry.

Miles before my destination;
I underwent a pain of desolation.
Scenes of melancholy, brimming my memory,
I decide to face, I won’t flee.

Paths before my final track;
I was treated like a shore wrack.
Waif and strayed I grew.

I will live, each moment as it was sewed.

Years before my final hour;
I was jolted by a vile past.
Forgetting the sting of those moments,
I’ll ensue, ringing new doorbells.

Depths before my final sea,
I was uprooted like a lifeless weed.
Unaltered by the sly tricks of life,
I promise, I won’t flee.

Ages before my final stage,
I was tortured, burnt down and flayed.
Ignoring thy horrendous fit of rage,
I won’t end, I’ve decided to stay.

Drops before my valence rain,
was trampled to sedating pain.
Witnessed acts that’ll hang Lucifer to shame,
I’ll carry on, with satin holding my blood stains.

Cries before my final wrath,
was locked alone to die and rot.
Baring eyes that wrung out pain,
I won’t fall, vow not to turn back again.

Halts before my final stop,
I held within every teardrop.
Soaring within was a pile of pain,
All will wash away, with an agonizing froth.

As I reach here, blinded by the place’s luminosity.
I thank thee, for shaping my rickety destiny.
With sufferings it served me on its platter,
I grow into a Samson, a person with a tested character.