I won’t fail—trust me.

Under the vast universe, there is space to breathe,
Amidst the tantrums, I stepped on the rung to rise,
From the ashes, scattered, and dead—
 I'll rise again.

I walked the roads beneath a waning moon,
Wearing fear and shadow as my only attire,
It wasn’t easy— To surpass the storm, to surmount the trauma,
As my soul whispered, "Wait, Hope is the string that lifts."

At times, I felt lost in the roaring crowd, Battling doubts from voices near and dear,
I waged a war in silence— With weary thoughts, a restless mind—
But deep down the soul, I was too fragile.

A spark ignites from the divine sublime— We all stumble, bear our scars, then rise in time,
Each and every soul holds a story vast enough,
None is left out on this sheltered planet.

Some fade away, vanish into the dark, Some emerge from the storm’s fierce light,
With blessings of the Divine,
I surrender myself.

Where I transcend and transform into a newer version,
Awake and aware, to trust within,
In every challenge, lessons learned,
I won’t fail—trust me,
I’ve come to step a path to peace.