Prisoner of the mind,
I am talking to you.
Do you see yourself,
In the eyes of others?
Does this version of you
Satisfy you?
Wake up!
The world is not what it seems,
It will try to convince you,
You are not a warrior.
Own the person you have left behind.
Remember, the mirror is a pathological liar.
It doesn’t show you the truth.
So, never forget your roots.
Get up!
Don’t mourn the death of your past.
It’s time to release the anger,
The hurt, the younger you.
And, rise again to show the world,
Your healed scars, your wounded heart.
Have you broken the wall that resists,
Change, love and glory?
Your necessity to breed love,
Is your creed,
You are a warrior of the trinity-
Truth, harmony, and peace.
Also read: Poem: Killing Me Softly