Despite this calming surface,
resembling the morning dawn,
there lies a heavy current
brimming underneath inside.
At times it’s like winter’s tempest,
a storm of blinding confusion pain,
where darkness shrouds and suffocates,
engulfing every crevices burn.
And the struggle is neither a moment,
but a lifetime of intermingling discoveries,
of life and love, and forgiveness
amidst the suffocation of misery.
For when drowning seems like salvation,
the soul would not resign,
and when the surface shows no danger,
the immortal rages on for life.