In a pit of despair, surrounded by walls that waver her faith,
An open abyss yawns, where storms of life fall in, and she struggles to shade herself from the shame it brings.
Every touch and climb is a glimmer of hope,
A respite from the rankling dry dust and earth that irks her soul.
She witnesses the draught of her life, and wonders, 'How long? '
Yet, she's resilient in heart, though her clan's spirits peep,
They don't cheer, they're overwhelmed by life's hurdles.
Her thoughts are fostered with hope of escape, of emerging from this darkness soon.
~ Jacklyne c ahia
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