With the Help of My Almighty
Once he entered the room,
screams and laughs
echoed in his mind.
But he showed them no care,
he tried to withstand
the agony and anger they caused,
but deep inside
nobody knew what was happening,
nobody knew how violently
they were slaying his weary heart,
nobody tried to sustain his soul
with a sweet word
or a even a (hi).
They kept on diminishing him,
they kept on provoking him,
they kept on persecuting him
all over and over again,
they treated him with all the powers
of atrocities they have.
They left his solitude
grow wider and wider.
He closed his eyes
and contemplated himself
at the middle of the sea,
not knowing where to go,
or how to live.
He was totally lost,
not knowing what to do.
But because he knew
he would never change the god in him
in order to please them,
he would never be a member
of those vanities,
he decided to conquer them
and cease every agony and sadness in him
with the help of his almighty.
He stood still,
he raised his head to god,
telling him:
<< you are my only almighty,
I believe and I will till the end,
my inspiration in being the person I am
will never cease and will never change,
I will stand still now and forever,
I will stand still for you,
I believe you want me down here
for some reason.
God, I will not flee anymore,
I am content.
Spare your worshipper,
spare his soul,
moderate his agony he can’t withstand anymore …>>.
Then, with a smile he entered again,
giving them a pitiable look
on how deeply they sank
in the vanity and rudeness that are
reigning each part of their souls…
Copyright © Sara Murad | Year Posted 2007
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