Beliefs in life. All broke.
Reminiscence. A grieving soak.
Is life a lesson to learn or a plot to be proven wrong?
How to trust again? Where do my ideologies belong?
Where does one go from here?
In front of me, stationed a mirror, reflecting the rear.
Am I waiting for someone to take me into a safe land?
Is it right, this wait? Or should I push myself till the end?
No waiting for external help now.
With self-love, a wish to raise higher above.
Life is a gambit of shelter and sunburn,
Keeping oneself happy, in the now, is the only upturn!