Desert Trekker
A vultures patience in
hand,
My naive soul wanders in sand
Into a vast desert of life.
Battling in strife,
Through sand and dust storms.
A trekker of me it transforms.
Impelled into cactuses
incarnation
And hence surviving long thirst
duration.
At times, enduring the scorpions
sting
And all other hazards that spring.
A calloused heart I now possess.
With experience, the future I
bravely assess.
Deception of the mirages
No longer deceive my eyes.
I can see through the dust,
For I have gone through worst.
With globules of faith and
determination,
An oasis I will find at my
destination.
Copyright © Adila Mohd | Year Posted 2011
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