While his life is a living nightmare
His bleeding soul is dismantled with despair.
Annihilated as he lays ruined beyond repair
He tries to shrug his plight to answer someone’s prayer.
Surrounded by the parasites and the bitter lies
He witnesses the earnest request in someone’s eyes.
Although some angels are nothing but devils in disguise
Still to help someone he chooses to rise.
Impaled by the betrayals of the past
He feels his scar that still bleed frivolously aghast.
He knows his sufferings would forever last
Yet he makes the purpose of his recovery outlast.
As compassion again blooms in his membrane
Someone’s dreams he wants to sustain.
The broken soul smiles amidst his searing pain
While to someone a helping hand he extends again.
Perhaps daily his hopes will embrace the grip of death
& unforgiving life will question his vulnerable soul’s every aspect.
Yet he’ll fight his demons to his last breath
Yet from his ruin, he’ll rise to earn respect.
Though his bleeding scars make him feel unworthy
Still, his wounded spirit now embarks on a journey.
Through his darkness towards his light, he makes a discovery
As he realizes, being ruined was the path to his recovery.
Note: Today was an emotionally challenging day for me as today 5 years ago… life took my dad away from me. 5 years ago today was the day when I died emotionally within for the first time. It was perhaps the first time when I felt psychologically I was ruined beyond repair. Today in the memory of my dad, I chose to give the gift of life to someone who might be going through a similar struggle between life and death. Life ruins us all in some way or the other, but I guess we become the authors of our own recovery when we choose to step on that feeling of being ruined in order to help others. We recover when we wipe someone’s tears, rather than crying ourselves. ❤