ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Shine

Dripping mud through my silhouette,

Said to me,

You are not gonna rise.

How can you?

You are skin deep

In the marsh of malicious reality.

You are churned with

The bad luck of the worst.

With the,

Black of all beings.

You are painted,

With all possible abhorrent schemes .

With all,

That woeful pit life threw you into.

I cleaned up my eyes,

Looked into the marsh,

And replied,

I may be downtrodden,

By the life and it's miseries.

But don't take me for a miser,

Cause my determination is strong as a mountain.

Since, I have fallen the most,

I will soar more.

I will outlive the vehement bulwarks,

I will walk through these choking times.

Not just because, I have been in the depths,

But also 'cause, I was born to shine.