Slowly darkness covers the place
As the light fades so does her hope
In her bed, to sleep, she wants no more
Her black pillow is soaked in tears
And her bedsheets into pieces she tears
A while ago her eyes off tears ran dry
So, she can shed tears no more; cry
Her throat so rough: she can't scream
Her head a fierce war zone with multiple fatalities
If to choose, in it she can't dwell any longer
The roof and the walls considered her cry musical
Will any or all of this ever end?
She thinks her prayers on a deaf ear fell
So, praying she does no more
How blind is my maker? she asks
Not to see how much I'm suffering she continues
She thinks herself unworthy in this world being
Glorifying her situation more than her maker
Her tribulations more than the peace-giver
On her tears, she dwells on more than the happiness master
Someday it'll dawn on her that she can be a star
And her focus she'll change
On her master, she'll learn to trust
In calmness and hurricanes
And from under the waters, she'll rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amen this is gloriously written and made in the heart of God
I am humbled