There Is Always Hope Through The Pain. Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

There Is Always Hope Through The Pain.

When dismal fills our hearts
When tears make us go to pieces
When it's clouded all around
When you hearken to a bashful homicide, hearty
When love ousts its worth
When you always land up yelping
When bloodshed goes along, it doesn't make us droopy and languid
but stringent and sonorous
Getting funky and careworn sometimes isn't malicious, restless
Hopeful for the right instant to reap peace
might take too lanky
Equal If we had an abominable over-and-done
We must know that it doesn't endwise
And we can make our down-the-pike slam
We could be whatever we yearn
Like a gleaming jewel was once just an unsalable pebble
Luminosity, Woolly Bear was just a hideous lout.
Like a bitty waft of the cyclone
could curve into a diffident tornado
In life, we attain and march out, like the foams on the riversides
There is never a resting in peace eventually
There's always more to inspect
It is more like a formless war where we are born, live, grow up, mingle in fellowship as Sudanese, and proud
We make our own country and lives
We just have to withhold to our beloved Sudan skin-tight
This foggy shadow in a little while lasts the day
We will whoop over and over and comedy
Spring will arrive very forthwith
Our doom will come again glint like the moonlight
The ravishing solar from beyond will slump on us
It will generate the advance of all remorse minus and all alleviation plus
We'll announce that life is on edge for us
Angels and love are in your pack
Now, don't ever slough a sole laceration
Because we'll always be there
So my ebullient Sudanese, don't ever endorse the blaze of prospects out in our lives
And we will manage delectation at our slammer sooner or later

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Saturday,9th September 2023. This poem captures the situation that is still tense. The ceasefire is fragile. People are not sure what is going to happen next. The everyday struggles one experiences while existing in the beautiful, but certainly challenging, space called life, you may find yourself in a state of hopelessness. The thing about feeling hopeless is there usually isn't a quick fix to pull yourself out of that mental space. Positive thoughts that once occupied your mind might be replaced with doubt, fear, and anxiety. There is heavy fighting in densely populated areas, in Khartoum and other cities. People are having to decide whether they stay home and risk getting bombed looted forcibly evicted, or flee facing risks created by the fighting on the road and the challenges of crossing borders. Many people are stranded where they are. The fighting has damaged civilian infrastructure, so there's little access to electricity, clean water, and health care. People are trying to survive both the fighting and the devastating impact it's having on their daily lives
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