Me and My Flaws 

Me and my flaws

I slip often.

I fall often.

I faint often.

But...

I stand back every time...

Firmly or fairly...

I am beautiful with my flaws.

I am proud of my mistakes.

I have my own scars...

Small or big...

On face or on palm...

Every injury has a story of perseverance.

I have my weakness

As a girl...

As a human being...

So what ?

I may walk slowly...

But I reach my destination.

I may run slowly...

But I break my limit.

Even an inch...

I restrict my comfort zone...

I extend my combat zone...

My heart may not pump enough...

But,

My mind supply surplus boost.

My lungs may not receive required Oxygen...

But my soul injects excess hope.

Blood nerves play with my physique...

But after all it's my body...

I have the command and control.

Risk strengthens my effort...

Pain pushes me up...

Trauma eliminatas the option of Quiting.

Even my cells burst...

Even my brain explodes...

Even I breath the last ounce of air...

I climb.

Rather than inhale medicine.

Rather than wearing white gown.

Rather than amid artificial life holders.

Rather than listening unpronounced diseases.

Let me carry rucksack.

Let me be muddy.

Let me freeze in glacier.

Let me struggle on uneven ways.

Let me count my days on mountains.

But let me ...let me climb!!

Because,

The sharp crampons elevate me...

Hard rocks softens my mood...

Suffocated sleeping bag presents peaceful sleep...

Carabiners catch my colours...

Rope ties me with hope...

So....Let me Climb

Let me climb!!

Not to showcase ...

But to protect myself!

But to live life more than I afford.

Let me climb with my flaws.

The magnificent charm will bring back my life...

Even.....

If I stand in the edge of death.

By

A Mountaineer

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