Facing it another day
A dark shadow cast by men
A fretting look women hold in eyes then
And she hold on
And she pushing on
Facing it another day
Hidden in shroud silently
Spoken in whispers reluctantly
And tells it to her soul encouragingly
That she will face it another day,
Perhaps courageously
But she, my slender
Praying to God her defender
Willows but still holds on still
To face it another day
When the sun finds it not to shine
And rhyme cannot hold in line
Then when she cannot say she is fine
My pen shivers to say poetic refine
But all I know
But I painted in now
Is she faces it yet another day
©Ssekajja K Ronald 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem