The World Through My Eyes

The world is a battlefield, I am told;

But all I can ever see is harmony everywhere -

The little wonders that I discover every day,

Are the rejoicing triumphs that I bear.

The world is full of challenges, I am told;

But, all I see are those little fights -

To be heard and esteemed for what I am,

The unspoken words of unexpressed care!

I am a fragile flower amidst an enchanting garden,

Combating the intense sunshine and shower.

Why do you want me to be a rose,

When I am an exotic wildflower? 

I am uncanny and fallible,

But, isn’t impeccable bland?

My flaws make me glorious,

The stories of my journey are grand!

Let me choose my colours bright,

Let me paint the canvas of my life.  

I belong somewhere, I know not yet,

But I will soon find out if you hold my hands aright.

I will travel through the tunnel, with its twists and curves;

All I want is for you to shine the light,  

For me to tread from the realm of uncertainty,

To the world of enlightenment with my sheer might!

I may fall at times, and maybe all so low;

It is only because I am learning to walk,

I don’t wish you to lift me up....

All I want you is just to say that I can!

For that will fill me with a will so strong,

That my feet will surge, not to walk, but to soar high.