Is There Any Chance Of My Recreation? Poem by Aditi Saxena

I see the dark Clouds, the blurred imagination
Is there any chance of my recreation?

When I could walk, I went for sleep
I want to stand but now I even can’t breath

I want to shatter this wall, I need salvation
Is there any chance of my recreation?

The ways were ruined, I found me dead
I fall many times, but eradicate that threat

I am waiting for that flash to get a clear vision
Is there any chance of my recreation?

I have that glow I know, I have that shine
I can even cross horizon and can reach the divine

I need some path to spoil abomination
Is there any chance of my recreation?