The Thorny Irony

Distressed heart, re-riding the path,

Engulfs loneliness, the medicine of wrath,

Aversion, playing the tunes of rhythm,

Warns the overdosed mayhem.

Tiny spark struggling to spring up,

Breaching the odds, than to give up,

Crawling harder to travel,

Dying neuron turns to unravel.

The flower of belief within, blooming,

A plethora of motivation escalating,

Eschewing the haunting path,

A boon born in all.

The aroma of power,

Hanging to deliver,

Emerges out of the deep hit heart,

Braving enough to promote the unique YOU,

Amidst the thorns blowing a few,

Instantly fading the darkness,

Reassuring the traces of wellness.

The ridden way,

Re ridden away,

Grooming the set back,

Without being taken aback.

The road traveled behind,

Rehearses sooner to rewind,

Setting the unbound energy,

Greater than the stocks of yesterday!