10/09/2023
POEM
GIFT TO THE TROUBLED SOUL
In the shadows of despair, the world feels heavy.
Alone amidst the storms of thoughts, a pebble frailing by the tempest,
The eyes dim to the ray of hope, yet the world seems untouched by the morse.
I sobbed and shrugged, with my grip firm on the pick.
Life's journey is a maze, often vague as a whisper in the wind.
Hassle and puddle with no cease, makes me see why it is nothing but a whiz.
My heavy woes in sight, what wise would this flicker of light within appraise?
But, why should I end my precious life, over trials that can be seen as small blips?
For there must be a reason, a purpose to my existence, a lesson to be learned.
Over my weary gaze, I notice a gentle breeze,
Nature's soothing touch reminds me of beauty of grace.
Through hardships and pain, I've survived before,
The creator had been by my side, guiding me, and opening countless doors.
I had loved each sunrise and sunset, howbeit my hardships made me blind.
In the smiles of loved ones, and moments I'll never forget,
I thought, why the tears, as hope begins to bloom.
A glimmer of gratitude, dispelling the gloom.
Loud within my chest, I make a vow.
With every breath I take, goes the burden of my despair,
I surrender to the universe, trusting in the loving care of its maker.
I embrace the gift of life, with a renewed sense of purpose,
Ready to face each day with gratitude and embrace the surface.
No longer shackled by darkness, I spread my wings and fly,
For life's blessings await, and I'm ready to soar high.
WORLD SU***DE PREVENTION DAY'23