Remember those days when mists of uncertainty
Shrouded our timid hearts.
We never left the hearthstead,
The fire of which burned from our silent prayers
And our hopes blossomed into a fortress
That brimmed with ripples of success.
Remember the tears we shed together,
Tears that soaked the soil
For our footprints to be visible.
The thunder barked in fury,
Who did not rear with foreboding?
But we did not cower
Because hope had a home in our hearts.
It stood like a citadel held by loyal rocks.
Malevolent winds snarling with spite
And bloated with hate,
We kicked with sturdy feet
That sparkled with crystals of confidence.
But the storms have invaded our yearnings.
Now our path has become slippery
From the mire of battered expectations.
Brutal hands of fate have uprooted our dreams
Leaving them on the roadside to wither.
Our hope has become a crushed reed
Being trampled to a sad death.
Our hearts have grown cold-
Their mirth stolen by the sobbing moon
Clad in garbs of mourning.
But I see beyond this bleakness
A day coming with kerchiefs of comfort
To clean our tears.
I see that day when our withering dreams
Shall drink life to the full
And blossom like daffodils drenched in dew.
The day shall break
When our tearful hearts
Shall have the taste of happy songs.
The moon shall discard her sackcloth
For flowing gowns of glee
And sing a joyful chorus.
That day shall break!
Copyright © Uchenna Egeonu | Year Posted 2022
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