it is heavy; lifting a weight,
but it’s a gift of love and fate;
it is a prize for which life swim,
thru’ waters dark and shadows dim.
like map beaten in shades of blues,
from every storm my heart went thru’.
it’s a bit hard; it stripped me bare:
but found a spark of courage there.
i will not let my soul to sink,
or falter on the river’s brink;
if amla glides in salted sea,
then i must taste; so i may see!
the sun ascends to claim the sky,
even in dreams; i thought it’s mine
if morning dew battles my feet-
the taste of triumph may not retreat.