(Third in contest by AC-CLAIRE in book "POETRY CONTEST OPEN")

"Sometimes soul take pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen-Anne Sexton"

The dead past indicates me,

                    That I have fallen so far....

With my fighting soul, I am left,

             Ruptured with bruises and scar.

I won't hide in the dark,

                 Waiting for the night to end...

Because, fate is just a word,

                 And i have my belief, as a friend.

The hidden instincts, shield my path,

                It tells me to get up and move...

For, there is the hypocrite world,

                Whom now , i need to prove.

The Raging storm, grabs my air,

               Smooth sailing is now ,what I demand....

Like a gladiator, I will fight my death,

               Its my life and won't steer on your command.