Survival....

It takes a broken heart,

To hold together the shards

Of bruises in its confines.....

It takes a defeated spirit,

To stand up and attempt.....

Re- attempt to move on.....

It takes soaked eyes,

To build up the strength

To hold back tears......

It takes an aimless soul,

To wander through the ruins of life....

Looking for that goal,

Which illuminates the path ahead......

What but a haul of nightmares,

Can teach us the value,

Of the "sweet dreams"

Whispered by an unaware friend?

What but a quicksand

Of never ending cycles,

Can describe to you,

The necessity to hold on?

It may seem unforgiving,

That fate should drive you

On the rubble, conscious of the rough...

It may mighty be formidable....

To fathom the depth

At which life, in its whimsical ways,

Will stop playing cruel games at last.....

But what do you find,

When you open up the chaos of memories,

For your world to see?

You find how little

You attempted to give up....

You behold how you never

Assumed you should have stopped.....

You marvel at your identity

Of failing to bar your dreams.....

You count your rubble as blessings,

Your tears, a courage in your eye's gleam.....

For its this flotsam in the ocean,

You kept wishing got wasted away,

That held your sails high......

That kept your failures at bay......

So chance upon your life,

And let it lead your boat.....

Coz you never know,

What makes you survive

And keeps your hope afloat.....