The Test
With a whimper, you fall upon each knee,
Rain cascading deliberately on your shivering body.
Hands sinking into the grave, not a plea for a savior,
Head hung low, Death would only be doing you a favour:
A perpetrator sent to set things straight,
No light in your eyes for it’s already too late.
You sink further into the murky mud.
Alas, you start at the cry of an angel,
Eyes closed shut, you are merely a fool.
They sing, voices depleting a sky full of anguish,
To release on you the Sun’s faint kiss.
A warmth of light sparks realization.
Raise your head, dear soul,
For remorse may not take its toll,
On a life with a spirit strong and dear,
March ahead, as you have nothing to fear.
A body is raised from the soils of the Earth.
With a step you stumble, trudging defiantly ahead.
If not for a glimpse of hope, you’d surely be dead,
Life is a gift, best not to forget,
Each hardship and error, born to make you sweat,
In order to pass Life’s game, Life’s test.
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