Amid failure and despair

Here I am,
kneeling down,
head low,
dismayed,
letting a mix of tears and sweat,
to mix with the dust underneath.

I don't want to burn my liver anymore,
nor do I want to burn my lungs,
perhaps I have stopped running away,
from that very fact,
that I am a failure.

Pain remains a constant companion,
along with darkness of the night,
who illogically tell me to give up,
disguised foes convince me almost.

But then I hear a voice,
voice of my mummy,
telling the child inside me,
stories of heroes who never lost,
her voice has a hope,
which I miss lately.

Her voice reminds me of dreams,
her dreams,
my dreams,
and I smile though pain,
recollecting those happy moments,
No maa, your child hasn't lost yet.

I gather strength,
my knees feel stronger,
as I try getting up once again,
to face this unfair world.