Today is not a choice.
If you wake up ,safe and sound,you survive another twenty four hours.
You live within all odds ,amidst all humans.
You have secrets and unbearable truths.
You bear hatred and bruises of sugar coated knives.
You are hit by invisible stones and pebbles;you hurt.
You know they are there to stare,yet again,you ignore.
You feel like the weakening eye of the day,you move on.
You are brave.
Hence,you survive .
Among everything that reaffirms you to give up,you look for that single bliss of hope that forces you to stay.
You are the multi layered skin,moisturised and tanned; beautiful.
You are the unarmoured soldier; aching muscles and dreary body.
No,you are still going on,undefeated.
You look for the purpose to live,
to look forward and not turn back.
You know to look on to better things.
You know to dream big.
You know to get up when you fall.
You know to fix yourself when you fall apart.
You know to walk, run and fly.
You knows it’s you.
And it always begins with you.
Crescent 