Glow as You Row

On rocks made of broken dreams; 
And bars of want for ore; 
Lies my world! 
I built my temple of contradictions;
Camped deep in my core; 
Right where monks are clothed with bitterness!
A place where mere coincidence isn't given a bow and arrow; 
A place where relativity is placed next to appreciated qualities;
Where pilgrims offer sweet nothings with each bow
;Even though there isn't any specter;
Where it isn't plagued with cold or snow; 
And where each can contemplate with sense;
A place where to feel good means to let go;
So as to let the heart reside where it wishes.
Only there can I feel serenity this deep! 
I've finally figured my lines.
Soon I'll be leaving to see what destiny has to bestow; 
And on stepping stones that I've chose;
I shall learn when to step down and when to draw!
For snow is deemed fragile even at a glance;
If you make the right blow.
Sounds like a trance I know but am willing to take a chance;
For one shall glow if he/she perseveres as they row.
Lay back if you will, am going ahead!