I have sank deep into despair, the brunt of my troubles have taken me captive. I am incarcerated in a gaol with no light to differentiate night and day. I wonder when I would see the light again and my exhausted shoulders sag in resignation to fate- the events of the now.
When my eyes fluttered open from slumber, I pondered on the journey to my present destination. Survival? , a word that I come across daily, will be my mantra that I shall sing to stay strong, awake and alive!
No one to hold my hands, no one to pour my heart to and no one to tell me ‘’it’s going to be okay”. I bear my cross alone like Jesus the Savior. Will there be a Simon to help me carry my cross? It’s in my mind that I am incarcerated, where I hear the echo of my broken voiceless voice and where I calm the machinations of my aura and appearance.
Like a man in the desert, not a pitcher of water to quench my thirst. My feet so bruised, my clothes so haggard while my hair grows its style. Then I saw a gazelle run past me with outstretched fingers pointing…I followed obediently till I saw a new side to the desert, an awesome sight beneath a pyramid of sand. I saw a spring’ its water cascading down the rocks, fruits flourishing, birds squeaking in delight and other animals taking a rest.
I see a lovely sunrise over the top of a mountain. I go down in my knees in thanksgiving to God who has deemed it fit to bring a smile to my sorrow-filled life. Alas I see hope, future and when I bathed from the stream, how refreshed I felt. There was indeed an end to all the suffering. Heaven and hell could be felt on Earth but as they say, “He who has never tasted the cup of sorrow will not appreciate it when honey is dropped at the tip of his tongue”.
No matter what the World throws at me. I will stand tall and rise from my fall. It’s a new beginning and I would remain a Victor and survivor!
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