The Poetry of Life

Poetry of life

There was something about all misfortunes,

A story behind every fail.

Every time i look back i realise

I stand stronger today.

Beaten down to my knees;

I dragged them till they bled,

Trying to stand up tall

To only drop to my knees again.

And when the knees went weak

My cheeks fell to the floor,

My eyes shutting to darkness,

No.. I couldn't take it anymore.

Just so many times have i lost,

Just so many times my heart pained.

Just so many times have i thought

I was in a grave to only find myself back on my feet again.

Oh, the fire burns! yes it still burns..

And my heart still beats inside my chest.

Oh no, i am not giving up this time!

This game ain't over just yet.

Place my hands to the floor,

Get my head up high again,

I'm not afraid of the fall this time.

Not afraid of the pain.

And yes i fell, yes i failed,

But at least I am still alive.

Lived through all that you put me through.

Broken, yes, but i survived.

May it take a hundred more falls

Fall, I will, to only fly

For that is the beauty of a fall..

The poetry of a life.