06/08/2025
STANDING TALL
I am made of gold, raw in values
The fiery furnace smith and rebrand.
I cry to laugh; torn into pieces to make a whole
My scars; my prides of pains.
I am buried, forgotten into the dungeons
Died to the old, yet born anew.
Taking the roots down the soil of perseverance
I spring forth when all hope is lost.
I sink that I may learn to swim
I grow through what I go through.
I die that I may live till eons
Tell me why I won't embrace you, challenges!
–A.B. Ikus. (22:30 06/08/2025 WAT)