Hope exists still.

    HOPE EXISTS STILL.

Life is a mess.
Having pulled through to make a lightning,
I earned no brightness,
Rather,
I got struck and landed in a dark desert.

I earned no lightning to spark and glitter,
Despite having been on the look out for decades,
And having risked my existence.
A heavy wind dismantled all when it's only right for me to spark and glitter.

I'm left miserable and downcasted.
Neither my dream to lighten up the world nor to shelter and mother the world I'm able to fulfill,
It's all been dismantled,
And I can only afford rags for myself.

How well if only my investments I was denied,
Life was almost squeezed out of me.
It was so cruel that it almost made me a memory,
Rather than place me me on the same spot,
I'm placed far behind.
That I managed to scale through with just the skin of my teeth.

My efforts is considered not,
I am rendered useless,
My hope has been divorced,
And I am made to live,sob and regret.
My life is such a mess.

Having been messed with, I opt to giving up,
But my instincts permit me not.
Even when my weak flesh decides to shut it, it refuses to be denied.
It wails and echo to my heart,
And it pulls me to rise despite being in a lifeless state.

And then it drives me off to a wonderland to wander off into my future.
Then I begin to wonder.
I wonder what awaits me when I stop trying.
Will I not grow gray and toothless without beautiful and inspiring memories?
Will I not have to mourn and shamelessly harbor my toothless mouth which has not one inspiring message to pass about huge sacrifices made while soughting a future?
Will I not be left with a blunt memory since I refused to restrategies when I had the chance to?
I will definitely be a failure,
Not just to myself but also whoever has believed in me,
And then pain and regret will end me.

No!!! I let out a loud scream
I refuse that course.
I really cannot end my life without impacting.
I can't  give in to the depression and unfulfillment I'm made to bear at the moment.
I can still mount up the sky and make another lightening.
Since my life is spared I pledge to reach out,
As my future lies in my hands.

And then I waged war against failure.
I began scrambling until I'm fit to limp.
I limped through deserted scary bushes,
How deadly, lonely and devastating it feels,
But I weavered not as the future scares me more.
I remained focused until I rose completely.
Hence, I denied fear access to influence my retrial.

I choose to be an hero.
Definitely, failure will not overpower but empower me.
Rather than being dregs to the world, I will be a stunning flower which blossoms and spreads positivity.