All Will Be Well
In the silent night,
Distant from the rays of light,
Are my thoughts as stars,
Beautiful yet disorganized.
Seeming unreachable!
Mumbling within my soul,
Are those aims that might be disowned,
Decades have gone by,
My desires are still stocked,
Fighting to see the daring world.
Days have gone by,
Years have passed by,
The future is waiting for its turn
To make and leave a mark.
"Will a beautiful life grace its presence?"
Sounds a distant whisper in my heart.
I anticipate the future,
But fear wants me tortured.
Making me doubt the unborn,
"Will it be bright"?
I long to see it shinning,
Furnished with significance,
And spiced with happiness.
"All will be well"
A poem by the one that wants to outdo.
A chant from the heart that long to be great.
Through the deepest thoughts,
And the faintest sigh,
Abba says, "all will be well."
@Nobleone
Copyright © Lydia Olasehinde | Year Posted 2022
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