The Castle of Bricks

Once, not so long ago
I was standing there,
Clueless and all alone.
Staring at the two roads in front.

There were no sign boards.
There were no mile stones.
Not a single person to tell
Where to go.

Then I took the path with
Most foot prints on,
Without thinking where I'll go.

Soon, I was lost in the dark
With no more foot prints to follow.
I tripped over stones
And fell.
I was so broke that I cried for long.

Then there were sharp thorns
And not-so-friendly folks.
Which describes all the scars
That I've in and on.

After days of struggle,
I ended up on another diversion.
Another two roads,
I had to choose from, were just in front.

But this time,
I wasn't all alone.
I had strength and my inner self.
The lessons, I learnt all along
shouldn't just go in vein.
The scars I wear should be in count and
The tears I've shed should mean something.

So this time I chose the road
I saw the light in end.
It had less foot prints though
But it had flowers all along.
It had many thorns as well
But I was all prepared this time.

There were times
I thought I should quit
But now you see,
How I tell people those stories and flaunt
And how the people once my enemies
Seemed to greet!

The new road
Was worth the risk.
As now I wear my crown
And sit in the castle
I built with all the
Thrown-at-me bricks.