Your Door of Patience
I’ll consider what is happening to me a mere fate,
And the only exit door is a wait,
A wait full of faith.
We merely expect the worse,
But there is a good in this world,
And this good can be seen by the eyes of mind
And surly that of heart.
Is your heart full of hate and disgrace?
Is it that black?
Then you are seeing nothing.
You are blind in a dark world,
Disconnected from this world,
And finding no exit sometimes.
Hopping then waiting and waiting,
And finely when times comes
You wish you had never hoped
Never hoped, never at all hoped.
Stings are cutting off,
And your body collapse.
Starting from losing your sight
To a partial vertigo,
Senses are out and things are disappearing.
You dislike yourself for liking worthless thing,
And wishing another time to come back
To where you were accepted partially
Not at the least totally.
The feeling of not being liked kills you,
Liked as right of what have you did and do good.
You are not bad in the broad sense and no totally good either.
And remember
Your worthiness can never been seen by the eyes of demons.
Did you wait?
Yes, wait a little bit longer.
The key of your door is nearly there.
Be brave
And battle your own fear.
I’ll be there when you open it
I’ll be there.
Copyright © Ikram Berkache | Year Posted 2016
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