A Battle Won

I look around, I stand out in the crowd

The blow of the winds seems perfect,

The future, safe and sound!

Everything I ever sacrificed,

Now seems totally worth it

I don’t feel the need to look back anymore,

I regret not even a bit

Then suddenly the direction of the wind changes,

And a tyrant breaks out

Overpowering me leaves me helpless

Sad, down, astound!

I am reminded of the past,

I’ve faced the same tyrant before, aghast

I am also reminded of the worst,

Back then to the tyrant, I’d lost

The leaves keep rustling, the winds keep blowing

Seeing them so ecstatic, I had believed

The circumstances too would remain static

The unwanted emotions keep recurring,

Then they’re at rest, much to my despair

Wouldn’t they ever go away? I wonder

Saturation levels are met, and wounds beyond repair.

Frustration bottles up, acceptance and giving up

How did these become a part of my journey?

One which started rather beautifully,

For throughout I had, a mother-like figure guiding me

That same guiding hand starts to doubt me now, misunderstandings find their way

The winds must prepare for a change of direction again,

As I take off to change my fate.

And again, I am lifted. Even the sun seems to smile

Relief, hope, satisfaction and all that I was acquainted with, return

But only for a short while!

The tyrant refuses to set back.

Even the winds are on his side

But worst of all is being compared to him,

By none other than the mother-like guide

The water flows, it flows non-stop.

It’s the genuine souls that come to aid,

Some good comes out of everything

In this life lesson, it was a friend made.

I care not of anything but the guardian’s trust

I await no more the journey’s end.

For me, the battle’s already won

As the tyrant made enemies and I made friends.