Panashe Chigwedere Poet Free verse

Believe

Miracles can happen   
Not in the absence of shadows, but in defiance of them.  
If you believe, you will break that yoke;  
The iron collar of doubt will shatter in your hands  
And fall to dust at the feet of your resolve.  

Just believe you can do it.  
When the page you’re on is soaked with ink and sorrow,  
Remember: there is always another page to flip to.  
Your story is not finished while your breath still writes it.  

When one door is closed, bolted by rejection or delay,  
Another stands ajar, waiting for your courage to push it open.  
Trust the unseen hand that carves paths through walls.  
Focus let distraction starve.  
Have vision  see the summit before your feet have climbed it.  

The One above, enthroned beyond the galaxies,  
Has numbered your tears and catalogued your prayers.  
He will make your dreams come true,  
Not because you are flawless, but because you are His.  

Remember: dreams die to resurrect.  
They are buried in winter soil only to rise as spring.  
Faith can move mountains 
And yours is the faith that tells the mountain, “Be thou removed,”  
And watches it tremble.  

So don’t look down at the valley of past failures.  
Look up. Aim high.  
The sky is not the limit; it is the invitation.  

You’re a winner not by chance, but by design.  
You’re a warrior  scarred, but standing.  
You’re a champion  crowned before the battle, not after.  

Believe you can do it.  
Believe you can climb high, though the wind howls and the slope steepens.  
You were born to be a victor; defeat is a foreign language in your blood.  

Yes, there are those who will pull you down,  
Who mock your gait and scorn your climb,  
Who drain your energy with barbed tongues and hollow laughter.  
Be strong.  
Do not answer them  ascend over them.  
Use their stones as step ladders.  
Let their doubt become the mortar for your monument.  

When your knees buckle, let belief be your spine.  
When your voice shakes, let faith be your anthem.  
The world may count you out,  
But heaven has already counted you in.  

So rise.  
Breathe fire into your lungs.  
Lift your eyes to the hills, for your help comes from there.  

Believe.  
And watch the impossible bow to the power of your “yes.”

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