It's Tough

A futile existence
beginning from birth
without love and support
toiled in dirt.

Having no answers
for unequal treats
live and let live
forward, retreat.

Through years passing
feeling no space
the sense of being
had suddenly erased.

With no second thoughts
an opportunity nabbed
off to a new endeavour
all arms to grab.

The first few months
were like solemn indemnity
looking for an image
searching one's identity.

Sadness looming
though sometimes happy
bountiful blessings
nothing to be sorry.

Yet the many years
by far downtrodden
in emotions and sentiments

a fearless existence.

Reminisce the past

enjoy the present

look forward to the future.