There are nights when
You get stuck in the noose of your predicaments
You draw and decorate yourself with bleeding crescents
You strike people with sharp words and deceptions
You lose yourselves in the process of finding your beacon
You dance merrily with the devil
You draw your sword and on your towering pride- you straddle
Sparing no one- strong or feeble
The love of your life or family
The precious friend or enemy
But you will live to narrate it all
Of how you broke down your walls
Of how you repented and moved on from your downfalls
Of how you met angels
Of how you were on your knees as you listened to the gospel
Of how you mended all that was broken
Of how you turned your dreams into reality
Of how you built your own family
Of how you stepped outside barefaced- wearing no mask or fake bearings
This is not the end, journey wisely cause it's merely the beginning
