Standing still…
Unmoving like a statue,
As I gaze through the blurry road ahead.
Heart throbbing with pain,
Eyes darting around seeking for a shoulder to lean on.
I had entered wrong part of life,
Yet being thunderstruck might thwart my progress.
Plethora of thoughts race through my head to create changes,
While consumed by what might happen in this battle field.
Should I quit or endure whatever is about to happen?
I cannot contemplate in this kind of situation,
I have to steady myself and keep on trying.
My swords are held ready to piece whatever comes to my discretion.
Because the urge of becoming a warrior rise with my every heart beat.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger is every soul credence.
And I’ve known myself as a brave human being not a cowards.
This life is do or die,
This life is give and take,
This life is win or lose.
I stand still in bravery’s palm,
Unshaken and unstoppable while fighting for my destiny.
To survive is my wish,
To conquer is my desire.
Through this masochism life to whimper is a must,
Because in the realm of despair I disclaim to surrender,
In credence my soul is submerged
Though in this path I might drown in sorrow.
All weapons lost into the sea of my tears.
Forward I’ll go,
In pain I’ll grimace,
Knowing that complications are not forever registered.
My mistakes I’ll overlook,
My strength I’ll regain.
From masochism life my soul I’ll free.
And a better life I’d hold like an amulet I cannot lose.
Despite unknown matters to unfold.
The untold will soon be revealed.
Though my identity might be a mockery to my foes,
Ready I stand firmly while fighting for my destiny.
Waving a flag of bravery in this masochism life.
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