The Painful Life

The painful life. I saw tears like wind round me; blowing warms on me Flow into all directions on my face, I remembered not the colour of my tears. I felt pains as plants felt dust on the road. Iam dusty in pains; felt her beautiful colour, tears. The simplicity of my eyes caused, I saw my body beaten in sorrow; Beaten like earthworm that flood of waters; changed her colour. Once experienced; never trapped in the rain. I saw help miles away from eyes; Trying to sponge out pains from life; more life coloured me with tears. Forgotten tears is good as forgetting to live life; Strangers shakes their heads hearing of me. Who will stand for me and by me? Looking at you, I saw nothing but what afflicted me; We stand differ but thinks similar; what pains offered. She washes me and roll me round on her craws. Eyes sees not my greatness neither voices speaks not hope to me Yet, the bridges my feet need to cross are fearful. I saw no trees to shade me; moving on was inner courage. life eroded both great and small; strangers laugh wide. Streaming on joyful living; reflection of furnace gone through Made nerves shaking but stronger in hope. ride out of pain once; kept me awake. Yet, her rainbow visible on my living. But as no fear stand on lion's way; pains gone in eyes of the bold. Written by: Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel