Moment Of Realization

Its dark,far from the end yet.
Gutted,freaked,scathed,tamed
shocked and booted
but spirited,Yes spirited.
Ask shall you and wonder
how it makes a difference ?

The will to drive is yet to leave,
And till the time it is left
shall we not fight ?
Struggles and fears,
an enemy to defeat with thoughts and not spears.
But fight shall we with full monty,
not because it is needed,but since it is required.

Spirit and Hope saunter together in harmony,
like brothers in arms playing soccer beautiful on the weekend bump.
Happiness and fortune shining bright on them majestically.
Little do one reflect upon the poignancy,
they went through
while crossing the bridge to this other side of the spectrum.

 All but none,
want to bask in a marvellous somersault and the shine of the triumph,
yet lose in the ride glorifying the phrase 'just about to',
yielding to the tinker of as you call panic.
Missing out on the patience they'd just need,
maybe absorbing an irk of that gigantic second,
or just a tune more than a thud
that small and last minute atomic moment to prevail,
a little more of survival.

Alas, these little interventions give you the salvation.
One last true action that weathers you the storm and cross the line.
When its the darkest, lights will reach you,they must.
You believe and prevail
and thats what must be done.