Seasons Of Drought Poem by Mustafa Marconi

Seasons Of Drought



Stand firm fallen warrior
Grasping tightly on to hope
Longing to shelter you
I bequeath these gifts for your travels
No shame accepting charity
Sometimes even the jungles
Have seasons of drought
Do not despise your reflection
Or your unfortunate position
Journey north with strength of conviction
You’ve stumbled and it’s disheartening
But there is no prince and no tramp
More splendid or more heavenly adorned
Dive not into the rivers of doubt
Refrain from self destruction
Stand firm like an Aztecs warrior
Challenge adversity
And conquer your fears
With unwavering determination
And steely conviction
No shame in seeking guidance
Or holy intervention
For sometimes even the jungles
Have seasons of drought

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Mustafa Marconi

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