♥Monday, June 16, 2008
I climbed and I climbed,
I still end up tumbling down.
I told the sheer determination in within to keep looking up,
theres always a way to get up.
I may have forbidden strength to pull through,
BUT
The confidence remain buried under layers of scars.
The puissance no longer embracing the being.
The fervent drowned with dejection.
Never understand the virulence of FAILURE.
It belts down vibrantly with pain, and sorrows.
It leaves nothing un-spared
Pain is all that gets impregmentated profoundly.
Its a scar, a tattoo.
Not just a lesson learnt, but a fall to be ashamed of.
There might be someone at the top pulling the rope,
BUt will I be able to climb it up myself ?
This I wonder ~
I blogged@: 8:09 PM