Troubled mind...troubled soul,
Forsaken I perceived life.
Storms to avalanches of sorrow,
Jabs in succession I took them.
Why me? I grovelled.
Refuge I saw not for the said light,off the tunnel
Expensive I perceived 'Hope' to be.
Gave in, gave up, taunted I am.
Faltered how bad to have surpassed all men?
Lo and behold,
Knocked and out I believed,
Mercy to my being was convinced has forgone me
Found I was, and to him I owe gratitude.
By him;sadness became fuel for the impending bliss days.
Bliss of trajectory to better days..... How swift tides have turned now.
How rich I sit now... Set I am for a lifetime.
For I am now with an adundant bank of fuel, Sadness.
Misery endured over years has ceased to be my paralysis,
Rather a fortress to great grandeurs.
Delightfully beaming with great fortune I sit.
Having survived the dark days....
The bright of my now delight is overwhelmingly blinding.
Hope it lasts, sustainable I have no doubt,
Fuel I have in mounts.....
Functioning I pray it stays.
I have leverage... I do dare say now;
Strides of the past I do bear with pride,
Strikes I take front-on for formidable runs.
Troubled not in gesture and state.
Forsaken I now find alien in wording.
Blessed | Blessed I am.
Abdullah Ahmed
12/02/1441
11/10/2019