In a mundane house drenched in frustration,
Daydreaming, detached, caught in a mental drift,
mind fosters hope and everlasting joy.
It fizzles at dawn; now dusk!
Chirp-chirp-chirp, the cricket resumes,
That melody that irks the soul,
And how rankling situations have feigned my thoughts!
So narrow.
12 o'clock midnight! Matriarch, devout!
A warrior on her knees...
In the depth of her soul, a war rages...
Prayers now! A victory unfolds.
I resonate with every word I've learned,
Trust that has been discerned.
Trust God, wait on Him.
The narrow journey far and wide,
Each step forward, shadows flee,
Radiant hope is made.
~jacklyne c ahia
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