Life is a struggle, I am no magician just a muggle

I lie panting out of breath
struggling to breathe
struggling to live

should I give into this despair? or there is some hope?

They say The Darkest Hour breaks down with a beam of light

Will the sun shine upon my dark, desolate heart?
Or will it forever be damp and soiled?

I sit there watching a dried up tree
my own life flashing in a spree

the breeze around me so hot,
like I am in some desert

my eyes find a bird whirring, whizzing frantically
its nest has fallen to the floor

little thing, will it die or remain roofless?
I muse but find out that it's no use

Awed, astonished, to see the bird begins to rebuild its nest

and realise life is a quest
you lose, you fight, you lose and fight again till you win

In end, I may be a muggle

but I can overcome this struggle
Because I need to,
Because I want to.

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Dedicated to RuhanaVineet and Sagel-Runsh
and everyone who's still out theres struggling to realise their dreams❤️💖