The journey

When enervated failure 

smoked the cigarette to a butt, 

there came a visible hand 

cocooning me in her arms 

with a semi whisper to my ear

'I am your family, 

I am your better half, 

I am the killer of your pain.'

Snuggling to my worries, 

wiping the sweats 

of tension with veil,

she handed me the weapon of strength to bolster the Victor manqué in me. 

Burying the lurid talks, 

encapsulating the courageous moment,

I marched ahead for the journey. 

Today,

Her veil again touches the contour of my successful face, 

the memories of her soothing words

make my heart 

to rodomontade in front of 

present challenges.