Rise-ing

I am a hunter for success , to look life as a better sight

need to stop looking down at things, regardlessof fear's might.

By picking up courage and hope,I rise anew,

But my heart hangs in the dark terror hue

It's afraid to come out of the dark.

The soul within barks out of me

Would you ever pass your youth

Would you survive in a world full of machines who are out of their booth?

At night, my ice-frozen tears come to melt.

and roll out my eyes, wondering with different thoughts which are felt

but at the end ,I wipe my tears and bind my thoughts into a knot,

saying soon it will all be okay with an end dot.

I will find a path to cross all my ups and downs.

I know I will succeed, and get the best of the crowns

Within, my soul stirs with light,

Reflecting hope, a beacon bright.

"You're strong," it whispers, a soothing balm,

A phoenix rising, amidst life's qualm.