I Fall to Fly with Courage

Some days may be dreadful and dense, 

too heavy to move out.

The mind is completely full of terror and anxiety, 

filled with the uncertainty of the oppressed ones.

Every breath is taken with cumbersome, 

gruelling coordination of one's own being.

The silence inside is melancholy, 

tyrannical in its own way-burning more illimitably

than any uproar outside this world.

Every next moment feels tetchy, more wicked,

where truth and justice remain unspilled, unbothered forever.

Misery is inflicted- fragile enough to break down only within one's own silence,while outside,a calm, expressionless posture survives.

In this journey of hardship, a sudden transition occurs-from glass-like fragility to a rock-like resolve.

The heart longs for an expanse of alleviation, to subdue itself

and be filled with dinkum oil, with gusto and glee.

In search of enlightenment, to see ourselves with courage, positivity, and peace-without caring for the world's own unworthiness.

By being ourselves, we rise toward wisdom,

learning what the heart truly feels, defeating evil,

the negative fuss that surrounds us.

In the end, your pulchritudinous heart

and your courageous, graceful mind are enough 

to face anything harder and come back stronger!