MOTIVATION

Poetry

TRANSLATION

The poem is a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming odds, the human spirit can prevail. It inspires us to keep fighting, no matter how many times we fall. The imagery of a bird struggling against a storm is used as a metaphor for the human spirit’s ability to overcome adversity.

There’s a power to soar high,
a strength in the heart’s ignite,
A tiny twig held in its beak,
two eyes fixed on the height.
It’s testing the storm’s might, the strength in its arm,
Seeing if there’s a shred of relief in the vast sky’s charm.
But as soon as the breath starts to swell, the storm seizes the chance,
Dashes the sky’s hopes, and slams them on earth’s expanse.
Yet it’s shaking off the dust with its feathers, a fierce vitality within,
The desire to fly, despite the wounds, is still quite plain.
Keep all the statements deep down your throat…
I’ll prove everyone wrong here, no saint here,
Falling isn’t my end, falling isn’t my end.
Though dust covers my face, my head’s bruised and sore,
Slapped on my cheeks, my jaw broken, I’ll endure.
My insides may ache, blood may seep from my ribs,
My knees scraped on stones, my flesh burns like a fire.
My breaths may falter, my heart may pound,
Let’s say my whole body trembles from within,
But from my eyes, I’ll spew fire, from my nostrils, a storm I’ll bring,
Falling again and again, I’ll rise each day, king.
I’ve clenched a star in my fist, you all can drum in the city square,
Let the darkness be thick, darkness isn’t infinite, I swear.
Falling isn’t my end, falling isn’t my end.