Resistance

Stones by stones I conjugate,

To make the bridge of my strength.

Unravelling the darker sides of my heart,

To fight with the evil landslides.

I want to have my footprints prominent,

On this place, slippery and vulnerable;

But can't save the floods that are to come,

The storms that are to thrash,

The tremors that are to strike,

And the giant cavities that are to make voids.

Drops by drops I fuse,

To make a ocean of my courage.

Unveiling the doors of my fear;

Which stand upon the era of orthodoxes.

I want to nurture my mindset,

And to dust off the frail beliefs.

But can't lock the tricks that are to bewitch,

The confusions that are to make traps,

The false hopes that are to be embedded,

And the fraudulent beckons that are to do wizardry.

But the bridge and the ocean,

Assembled by myself,

Can break the stereotypes of limitations,

Of fear, of glooms, of sobs and of lies.

A coalescence of them is reminiscent of;

An assertion, an inner trust and a positivity,

That protect my tenderness.

A fusion of them are reminiscent of;

An solution, a confident and a power,

That paddle my life's wheels.

A unification of them are reminiscent of,

An embodiment, an emblem and an imprint,

That depicts my resistance wholly.