A Dive into the Oblivion (A poet's sea)

The Survival

Why was she feeling low? She didn't knew.
Maybe the cold shoulder she get,
Or her wild thoughts that flew-
In her mind, that is trapped in a net.

In her, the insecurities she face,
With her demons chasing all around.
It's within her, the self she never knew,
The most feared thing, her esteem, low.

Perhaps the Satan disguised as angel
Infamous for nothing, but self-
Is keeping her locked and secluded
From the positiveness in her mind and soul.

Ready to face the cruel gargantuan world,
She stepped up and showed them
What she can do, and never back down
But it's not easy to find the most precious gem.

The stones and rubbles thrown her way,
The cuts and bruises by the sound.
And it was now or never, give up out stay,
Now, no other way she could found.

The thorns and picks getting sharper my the second
Her mind swirled but to never give up.
She fought hard, harder by the day.
And the next morning came, but the darkness stayed.

Yes, she lost something that day but got her path.
Yes, she was trapped in the way, now free.
Yes, she suffered but now was at ease.
Yes, things afflicted but amidst she felt glee.

Now she was free and a moral anecdote
She was happy being away from the crowd.
But she was still alive in those minds.
Who pushed her down only to up survive.

~Andromeda