Crystal Birth

By Ishaan Dikshit

Life isn't easy.

Sometimes it really is a mess.

Surrounded by darkness and ashes of times past.

You wonder if you are part of it.

It seems hopeless,

Tired of the shower of suffering,

Things seem bleak

And you just want to give up.

You think, for a moment,

Things can't get worse,

And you get surprised by what

life can do to prove you wrong.

For what?

Why live a life where people say something

Mean something and do something else.

Where lies and facts blur the line.

Every bit of you gets broken down

Twisted around and hurt.

Resilience is all that stands

between you and that final push.

It's darkest before dawn?

Is it really? I thought it was around 2 am.

See what I mean?

The lines blur.

People say they understand.

Do they? Do they really?

People say they wish you well.

Do they? Do they really?

Sins of deceit, cheat, lies and jealousy,

All shine bright when no one is looking

Hammering you from all sides,

Pushing you to the extreme breaking point.

Something finally snaps.

You just let it happen.

Suddenly numb, suddenly senseless.

"Ah, what a pain" You begin to shrug it off.

Words bounce off.

Emotions matter at the least.

Actions falter.

You finally become used to it.

Resilience morphs into a sort of calmness,

Not one like a puddle.

But that of the turmoiled sea.

Holding back a storm so fierce.

You realise the darkness won't stop.

The way people see you won't change.

So you stop trying to survive.

And breathe a new air of acceptance.

Undeterred, finally shaped anew,

You rise from the ashes of your past

Glinting like a gem, your worth beyond,

Than the stuff that made you.

It's not the life you hoped for,

It's not the life you chose.

But it is the life you were given.

Every action now will make you better.

So much more that your words will be cold,

Your actions sharp,

Your worth, undefined.

You finally shine.

A crystal birth,

Forged from the heart of pain,

To shine beyond everything else,

And live forever.

By Ishaan Dikshit