yusra farooqui

harsh gust of wind which will shout and shove

in attempt to fluster away the truth which you

speak,

The world will press you against walls

and back you into corners, but as long as your

words carry along even the faintest of breezes,

truth will reach the ears of the honest and earnest

and in the end,

your voice will rise above the crowds of the

chaotic deception, and

it will be heard.

It will be like the sun which shines above in the

skies for us to clearly see,

         into her ear, 

            as she 

                helped up her

   seethingly arrogant

                       fallen opponent,

         a satisfied smirk

stand heart may be

firm weak, I can only

in my hope this world will

stance, not shake the seeds

my soul which built my

is my growth.

roots,

grounded

while we sit on the swings which

creak in the night.

speak of your dreams with

joy in your bright eyes,

and hold on to them with might.

there's depth in your heart, for

pursuing your goals, you

are filled with purpose.

the drive you have, will

have others follow,