Poem 50. On My Own

On my own, I will stand firm
Like the bamboo which sways
In every blow of the harsh wind
But it won't fall, it'll stay.

On my own, I'll be a lighthouse
Strategically facing the coast
To guard and warn the sailors
Of this sea of life, in my utmost...

                     I'll do everything I can
                     Those songs you deprived of me to hear
                     Which make me deaf all the time
                     And made me alone in the middle of your laughter.

On my own, I'll be the best painter
To paint my life with those colors
Which will make me alive,
Gleeful, and superior.

On my own, I can do it
With my faith as my defense
My family as my gifts,
My skills, my voice,and  my talents.

        I can do it without you
       And your fraudulent words
      Which only give me false hopes
     That in this world there's a true flower without thorns.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful and powerful. We need to stand on our own. I like the flow of thoughts and the purpose of this poem.
"My family as my gifts,
My skills, my voice,and my talents."
The above lines are true. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dhaye]

Thank you once again.