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 & vulnerable;
But can't save the floods that are to come,
the storms that are to thrash,
the tremors that are to strike,
& 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,
& 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,
& the fraudulent beckons that are to do wizardry.
But the bridge & the ocean,
assembled by myself,
can break the stereotypes of limitations,
Of fear, of glooms, of sobs & of lies.
A coalescence of them are reminiscents of;
An assertion, an inner trust & a positivity,
that protect my tenderness.
A fusion of them are reminiscents of;
An solution, a confident & a power,
that paddle my life's wheels.
A unification of them are reminiscents of,
An embodiment, an emblem & an imprint,
that depicts my resistance wholly.
~©storytellersuchismita
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