Written in the melodramatic
walls of my dwellings
are tales of my path,
as I peek through the window
and it makes me manifest
these erratic weather over the years:
sunshine that made me laugh
thunderstorm that made persist
and the aftermath rain that
flourished my soul.
All these battles won or lost
exemplifying my journey
and moulding my faith;
recapitulating between
who I am and who I was.
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Author:
Ali Ashhar (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 16:42
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
a relatable read, depicting
those moments of stifling, indecision
we all have to overcome, once in a while..
thanks for sharing
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