Being a tenacious soul is never a breeze,
It demands persistent belief in oneself.
Sowing the seeds of positivity,
Must be a daily deed.
Facing atrocities of life,
The heart stiffens for sure.
But this stubborn spirit stays flexible and intact.
The pangs of pains,
The flavors of wrongness,
And the griming fate,
Altogether leave the body in panic flames.
Where owning a tenacious soul should be a trait,
Why it is feeling like a constant forlorn lane?
