Powering through.

When air becomes suffocating to breath,
You’re scraping through.

When familiar faces look back through strange eyes,
You’re scraping through.

When bonds become bondage,
You’re scraping through.

When you feel like you’re running, even while you’re still,
You’re scraping through.

When the mind disobeys, and takes you for a ride,
You’re scraping through.

When you feel like screaming your lungs out,
You’re scraping through.

When the future starts to haunt instead of excite,
You’re scraping through.

When you live in a plane, but think on another,
You’re scraping through.

But when there’s a little tune to sing, and a waltz to dance,
In spite of what I said before, you’re powering through.

When there is love to be felt and dreams to be dreamt,
You’re powering through.

When there are fights to be fought and morals to be taught,
You’re powering through.

When there are stories to inspire and passions set afire,
You’re powering through.

When there is me as me, and you as you,
We are powering through.

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About Dhvani Parekh

A simple girl in a complicated world.
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