THE TASTE OF MY SWEETENED TEARS

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 I started from scratch

One would mind me not

Yes, I was just a nobody

I had proven nothing in me


Yet, I found ways to denote better

I open myself to learn and share

Untruthful thoughts, I deviated myself

It wouldn't help in my call for progress


I kept writing from my simplistic heart

I struggled, but never I halted because of love

Selfishness was never a piece I loved to pick

I waltzed with the vision of my ink's magic


I learned from friends with minds so broad

Never I skip my duty behind my heavy load

I wanted to taste the pinnacle of my being

No negativity burdens me to flock my wings


Pains entwined me, yet with all my might, I soar

They embedded to strengthen my sincerest core

When I thought of quitting, those hardships abound

I diverted my thoughts for my eventuality to sprout


I delve into finding ways to heal where I bruised

I told myself I could make it by my shrewd

Never I mind my dreams far from truth latitude

Every time I fell, I rose, I learned in plenitude


Oh, please stop these tears raining on my face! 

Was it because of blues or the triumphs I cherish?

Have you forgotten my profound and intense strength?

Exceptional it was! To my confidence, it blends!


Only my faith was my powerful armament and tool.

To execute all those arduous steps to be possible

I have thrown those pains to the verdant bushes

I don't want anymore to hold those and reminisce


I give worth and value the crown unseen on my head

I am a gleaming existence in flamboyant being guided

I am now trying to hush and calm my dexterous pen

As at this moment, my paper is starting to dampen 


My plight looked like treading my steps into a thin string

Paper can't even handle the catastrophes I am scratching

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