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The relentless march of time, a tide that never stops, washes over us, leaving behind a trail of memories – some joyous, some etched with pain.

We yearn for a world without suffering, a life unburdened by the weight of the past. Yet, amidst the shadows of loss and loneliness, a flicker of resilience ignites.

This poem chronicles a journey of overcoming, a testament to the unwavering human spirit. It’s a story whispered in the quiet moments of solitude, a battle cry against the darkness, declaring: “I will survive…”

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Time flies by,
Doesn’t pause, never stops, I wonder why?

Old memories linger on while new ones are always in the making,
Some make me laugh, most leave me in tears, shivering and shaking.

How I wish there was no pain, nothing to hurt us,
Nought to haunt us, no baggage to carry till we pass on to the greater void.

They say this endless cycle of birth, death, and reincarnation
Is a never-ending phenomenon.

Gotta wipe that karmic debt sheet clean
Before I can ever hope to attain salvation and finally move on.

Mostly I am fine but at times when I am with me in a state of isolation,
My inner being is engulfed by memories long suppressed,

Leaving me tortured, stabbed by a gazillion needles,
Ripping me apart, tearing my entire being with torturous emotions.
How I yearn for it to all pass and for my eternal salvation.

The paradox is that I fail to shed a tear,
As if I have exhausted my quota and whatever little that was left has long since dried,
Leaving me in a state of despair, all alone in a world where more than eight billion of my ilk reside.

I know not fancy words but the realization dawns that I must learn to live in the present,
The past has long gone, Oh! yes I must survive.

I am a warrior, one that has endured, survived, and shall strive….
I shall strive…
I will survive….

For in the darkest hours before the dawn,
A sliver of hope, a whisper of strength, is born.

No matter the scars, the battles lost or won,
The spirit within me shines like the sun.

With each breath I take, with each step I tread,
I forge a path forward, leaving behind all in dread.

And though the journey is long, the road rough and steep,
I hold onto faith, my soul’s promise to keep.

I rise from the ashes, like a phoenix in flight,
Guided by love, embracing the light.

So here I stand, unbroken, alive,
Against all odds, I shall strive…
I will survive….

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