A Soul Awakened
So much conflicting thoughts
My heart bled and punctured
At different spots.
I dread my succeeding
My fear extremely nurtured
And greatly hampered my
proceeding.
Gradually, my fire burned out
Nothing, but a coward scout.
At the touch of grace
Strength swallowed my
weakness
Bold and back on the race
To my challenges, fearless
Awakened is my soul
Marching on with a victorious
sole.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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