I used to scoff
At those who were weak
Those who would beg
Those who were meek
I thought myself different
Confident and Pure
Taking on the World
Successfully, I made sure
Till one fine day
I was hit
A blow to my confidence
A stab to my wits
And as I lay there
Watching the world go by
They only looked at me
Scoffed, and I wondered why
And as the days passed
I grew more despondent
Unable to lift a finger
Or make the slightest of movements
A frown was all I could muster
A curse all I could utter
As I lay there, a pariah
Left to rot and wither
Till one fine day
Yes, like a fairy tale
Came a fine soul
Who would not take No for an answer
It was not easy
I resisted and fought
So used was I
To be sad and lost
Yet he would not give up
'Get Up' he would say
I hated him so much
Yet he would not quit, no way
And then, there was light
Bit by bit it shone bright
Until I could see
The misery I was inflicting upon me
And the moment I could stand
I called out for his name
Yet I could not find him
He had dissipated without a trace
It's then that I realized
We are not always strong
We are not greater than anyone
Be they young or old
They said it was God
Who came and helped me
Perhaps it was
And yet when I see
These souls in the darkness
Given up on all hope
I realise, God is in me
And I shall not ignore
