As you can see, I am now happy with my life
Life has always been a race for me
After being bombarded with so many issues and painful experiences
Here I am standing again on the battlefield.

Life has taught me many things
It’s taught me the value of patience
I guess that’s one of the lessons I can’t forget
It’s been challenging me ever since.

I’m writing this poem just to share what I feel this time
I’ve met another controversy which had shaken my reputation so much
Several months ago, I was emotionally troubled having broken up
And several weeks ago, I’ve stopped dreaming and hoping.

Life continues to move on, it doesn’t stop
We may just be a passerby here in this world
Yet people come and people go
And problems are just the same, they come in order to pass.

I guess that’s the best lesson I’ve ever learned
I was an educator, yet I am being educated
It’s indeed the paradox where nobody can ever explain
Life and death, joy and pain, laughter and sadness always go hand in hand.

It’s just normal to feel pain
It’s ordinary to be wounded
But it doesn’t mean that we will give up everything
There’s always a time for healing and we always bear that in mind.

My life has been shattered lately but I need to get up
I just can’t take it up, I’ve been treated unjustly
Yet there is always time for everything
And I know the truth will come out on its own.

I’ve fallen several times since I was a young girl
Many people ridiculed me for they always underestimate me
But not all treated me in that kind of manner
For some people do appreciate me and love me.

It’s indeed a reality that we can’t please everyday
It doesn’t meant that we will allow our clocks to stop
There are and there will be people who will always be there for us
And they are few, but they are all true.

Not everything will be given to us that’s true
Life is like a battlefield also
We need to determine when to fight and when to retreat
And every time we stumble down, we must stand up…

Toxic tears embroidered upon a parchment of despair
Accumulating the lungs losing wisps of fresh air
Playing heart strings like ones of sweetened harp
As misery prolongs you, of course love shall part.

Tease pleasuring pain with blue ink of untruthful pen
As ink hits parchment you’ll pray not to write again
Torture watered eyes with surrendered elements of fire
Pen your own story,” Happily ever after” You’re a liar.

Metaphor your heart into an ember of crisping flames
Sorrowing the stanza lyrical lullabies cast the blames
A gift beautifully granted soon becomes such a curse
Pieces of your sanity, you’ll learn deeply to immerse…