But they were victorious in the end,
They overcome struggles with poise and confidence,
They marked history with sweat and passion,
Stayed below the box of recognition
But managed to go up after the ignition.
Behind closed doors and windows,
In the four corners of their rooms,
They're all fighting mirrors of whispers,
Saying they're not good enough to get the price,
Saying, "You're all better left behind,"
"You're not good enough so wrap this up,"
Go choose another pot to plant.
Behind triumphs and smiles and success,
Questions of progress and existence,
Instead of giving up the rope they've been holding,
A strong tie was made by them;
All the years of crawling that hard,
All the times of failures to land,
All was paid off and now they're getting up, up and up!
September of abundant harvest,
Fruits of tears inside people's carts and buckets,
Turn on the radio for some chilling moments,
Coolest hits in the headphone's banging,
In the stereo while travelling home
Even serves as an alarm in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
18:19
Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
