I am born to retain the storms.
I do not tread predictable paths.
I am unconventional and defiant.

I may have an objective but no concept
yet, I can crawl to make the path.
My body struggles with anxiety and fear,
My mind crumbles with distress.

I implore my creator to push through all the despair.

I am dark, yet the moon shines on me, relentlessly.
I am a star with the potential to carry another one inside me.

I am not bright as the sun, but I am still Venus,
I do not blaze, but I flow at my will like a burning magma.
I am gentle as a calm stream but contain the strength to become rapids and create crevices endlessly.

I am all virtues and vices fused.
God’s favorite, you are allowed to feel jealous too.

I am every struggling or serene woman,
an angel with a trace of the demon.
Crush me, burn me, assault me, neglect me, or torture me,
just reflect that in every mythology, everyone has reverenced me.

Learn the lesson to appreciate me, for I will brighten your world like a deity and walk with you till eternity.

My teacher taught me that we are a part of the divine. He said you aren’t a sinner in the eyes of God. You are not baggage, a limitation, a hurdle, a disappointment, or a ‘lost cause.’

We belong to him just the way he is ours till eternity. As the night descends, I pray that my belief stays unshakeable, and self-love becomes my religion. Let any arms that wrap me bring the essence of divine truth and acceptance in them.

I hope to encounter those who will move me forward in this life with grace, dignity & character, love, and genuine companionship. I send this prayer your way too.
God Bless!

What is this chilly winter evening whispering to me?
It’s a cold hush numbing my ears.
Its message– pay no attention to judgments and muffle the sounds of the uncertain world.

Why are my frozen hands rattling?
If you don’t accomplish your goals, your resolve will diminish in your lifetime.

Why are my aching feet groaning?
Advance towards a fortunate tomorrow, not only for yourself but for your future generations.

Why have I lost my voice in this frostiness?
To articulate at a suitable time, proper location, and to the fitting people.