My destiny—bold and bright

I believe it’s time to fly, take a leap
Everything fell apart, for me to take a sneak
Waters now run smooth, reflecting my peak
Words now flow well, I can hear clear,
Like the calm after thunder—my heart speaks.
It’s been quite a halt, my life a bleak
Tables turn, my soul returns,
Igniting the lost spark, my light re-burns.
I believe, it’s time to soar, with all my might
I see my destiny—bold and bright.

The voices in my head—all at war,
Perceptions, situations, expectations—all an amalgamation.
All voices must hush before you hear your own—an isolation.
Quietness you embody when all makes sense—a revelation.
Fate rests on realizing the destiny or crafting it—an orchestration.
Clarity often needs a thunderbolt—an exaggeration.
Love is the epitome of happiness we seek—a fabrication.
Life’s ups and downs—a constant dictation.

My wings flapped, trapped within a gold cage—a manipulation.
It’s been long now, I suppose—these dialogues, dreams, and plans—a damnation.
From all to one, in every aspect—a liberation.
I’m waiting, a little bit more—a determined sensation.
I believe time will come, heart will flutter,
Venom will meet its antidote,
I’ll write, influence, what I aspire—my destination.
Greatness has either been veiled or under dust—long forgotten.
I care not for names and recognition—a fleeting elation.
What has passed by, what will come, a matter of time.
Being in the arena—my choice—a bold declaration!

As my birthday approaches so does my death, but
Am one step closer, one breath closer,
One thought closer—a matter of consummation.

Taptuk Emre speaks to me,
“Let your pen be truth, and your ink be love.
Let your companion be your heart—my foundation.”

All that being said: life was meant to be lived,
With no luxury though, in dust with
Vigor, blood, and tears—a realization.

I’ll take my leave now,
For I believe
It’s time to soar, with all my might,
I see my destiny—bold and bright.

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