a fight that counts

during difficulty , a couple of  years seem like decades, and nights are longer when they are sleepless

backs stars to bend

hearts ache

and eyes seem to never be dry

when hair gets gray and faces yellow

life is weak

a heavy weight is on my chest when I realise that night is darker than ever before ,

I search the sky for stars and be horrified to find none!!

the moon light is no longer beautiful ,,it is cruel and wicked

the land is painted red with the blood of my family , I take a handful of bloody sand and make a promise as I tighten my fist

“I shall not give up”

I press the sand against my face and let it fall

I am a different person now

and I am alone

but I have an army , all the drops of blood in my body , all the air that I breathe ,

the food and water ,the sky and the mountains ,

the world will push me forward …. where there will be no turning back .