A spring in my step,
I take the first leap,
with the whole world watching,
apprehensive,
doubtful,
that I shall ever rise again,
from my weakened state,
declaring me ‘failed’.
Yet I stand; determined,
and steadfast,
to leave the miseries behind,
dry all the tears,
wipe away the blood,
hide away the uncertainties,
and reclaim the pride.
I vow to prove them wrong,
slap away their claims and lies,
they tell me I cannot recover,
but I stand by my resolution,
of living the dream of millions.
The handful who have abandoned me,
can never pull me back,
from this journey toward recovery,
I cry for the sons and daughters of the soil,
who have left me behind to rot,
believing profusely I will wither away,
but why shed tears for the hopeless and scared,
they were never meant to be a part,
a part of this time in history,
time whose tales will be told in the future,
of how a nation stood up again,
proud and free.
I will survive,
because surviving is my only option,
as I was never taught to falter,
to halt in front of the hurdles,
so I will keep flying in the free world,
my crescent and star on the green field,
and I will engulf all those who choose to stay,
to clean up,
to re-erect the lost edifice,
together we will recover,
and stand tall,
fly high!
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