Resurrection

Could beliefs be wrong?

I've survived for too long

In a world full of conflicts,

Nascent innocence wilting

In venomous fearful experiences.

Broken dreams crawled to breathe

Inflicted with harsh realities,

Unaware of masked conspiracies

In fiery oceans of betrayal,

They pounded against my sanity

Floating to silver stars

They shivered to exist in probabilities

Diminishing hopes entangled

In twisted vague ropes,

Digging deeper in graves

Of deceased memories with pain,

They wandered on ghostly roads

To bury my doubts in deserts

They struggled to break free from paranoia.

Banished desires shriveled 

In cobwebs of perturbed fate

Drowning me in labyrinths

Of mourning wails of apathy,

They stood valiantly in pain

To discard thorns of memories--

They peeped to bloom on sparkling dawn.

Dreams, desires, hopes

Now faded pages in my book

Rest in secret dreams

When my old soul knock

On doors of crimson years,

Raging embers of morose scars

That festered my wounds in tyranny,

Blood red scuffles of anguish

That drenched my chapped lips to revive me

 From the buried spears hurled at me.

I've trampled an unrelenting journey

Obliviating desolate scars,

Melting stormy whiplash

With exuberant hope of love.

I've vowed to discard that fragment

Tossing my miserable frozen chunks

Rolling forth with fervent streams

At midnight along with a canopy

To fly afar and find my shore.

I've paid my last visit

To broken twigs of dissolving fears

Begging for atonement in mercy

Swooshing with cushions of dried leaves.

I've wiped the wailing stories

Retreating into resurrection

Soothing whispers healed my infliction

From hurricanes of exile.

Unshackled from that anchor,

My ship in stormy seas

Releases a victorious incandescence

Manifested by shimmering strength

Of the tornadoes, I'd once conquered.