The Road Is Mine

Life will… for you—
 joys, obstacles, failures—
 always throw.

And with them all…
 I was taught to grow.

I must catch—
 be hit—
 or sometimes… dodge.

For there is no place
 for complaints to lodge.

Even with a tired soul…
 and bloodied feet…
 I must not whine—

For this treacherous, stony road…
 is still mine.

Betrayed… and loved…
 along the way—
 I won’t give up…
 I’ll let life have its say.

Rising… turning… falling like waters…
 I learn… to move with the flow.

And even through dusk…
 I rise again—
 to find… my own quiet glow.

~ Jyotsna (A@$h!) Gaur