Starting my journey as an idea conveyor in the form of a poet

hello to the world , i am neha rana , not officially qualified to be called as a poet but still trying to convey some ideas through some creative lines . i believe that an idea in whichever form it is , should be thought provoking.

The Run

A fetus runs in an ambitious womb ;
fleshy legs , little feet.
ready to take a leap.
for who knows outside the womb
you need to run with the chains on !
chains, that will grip your feet
hold your blood and vein.
but , you need to run with that,
numbness of your mind and emptiness of your soul and heart.
life is tough , you need to struggle,
forgetting about small laughs
NO! not even a giggle !!
RUN! when life is drenched in pain
even if whole of the running goes in an absolute vain.

Who knows the feeling of running aimlessly,
like a "death march" set up purposefully.

so, stop for a while
just, inhale and exhale.
dont, burn your feet and heart
dont set your soul on fire.
dont run to find other's pearl in other's ocean
you have your own pearl and your own ocean
for you just need to embrace that
that will be the moment of intense rain on a forest fire
the day when you know , why were you born
and why will you die!