The Weak Servant
I look in the mirror, I see the defects of my soul,
Shadowed by the flaws of my heart.
Am I blocking the path of light that I see in my shadow's front?
Do rumors define me, or can I break free?
From the burdens of doubt, or is it the weight in me?
In the darkness of the night, loneliness creeps in,
But I still hold on to the light I've known.
Perhaps to embrace my fears,
And wipe away my tears.
For the flame inside is burning bright.
I must stand up tall,
And pass through life's steel walls.
But when I look in the mirror,
All I see are the defects of my soul.
Copyright © Wilson Lemani | Year Posted 2025
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