Effing confidence!

Killing confidence

Is a matter of seconds,

While building it

A matter of years,

Not an accusation

But a belief

That childhood

Is filled with

People and thieves,

Stealing the confidence

Gifted at birth

Like it was nothing

But dirt,

To get it back

Was a huge task

When as a child

We were simply

Taught to ask,

It took me years

If not decades

To snatch it back

From the hands of beings

Both cruel and smiling

Making my existence

Feel like drowning,

Though a battle

Worth fighting

And a prize

Worth owning,

To get back

What was mine,

It felt unfair

Again and again

With time,

And then it

Hit me hard

That maybe

They had borrowed it

As a reward

For being born before

And not having

A worthy core,

And an epiphany

At best

Could make me

At the behest

Of understanding

Forgive them

And forget.

Comments

An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The rising

A tale of inspiration, building upright, from the gallows of darkness and kingdom of fight, A burning desire to give proof, of abiding strength and courage and coup, An inner whirlwind, rising and falling, like a sand dune with its crests and troughs, magically building the foundation of faith and truth, Its outcome will be a proof in time of all things worthy and filled with chime.

A Rebel ?

A rebel is what you call, A fighter is what I prefer, The most important thing of all Is that the qualities don't differ, To stand for what I believe, To look at people leave, It does break my heart for a while But more than that it brings about a smile, For it exposes the real ones And the cruel ones, And along it brings enlightenment to my soul, And peace to my mind, To be able to find A part of me in all, To be alive and willing, To be thoughtful and thinking, To be educated and building, To be sensible and helping, Life is a game Battlefield, if you will, To come out alive Is the mildest of will, Injuries do pain, But can never over-power the gain, I wish this human race Condemned the norms And started off believing In possibilities and forms.

Girlishly

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