Whenever I lose or fail,
I fret and think that I'm frail:
A swinging paper on the nail.
Like a moth to the frame,
I feel nothing except shame;
A paper on the torch's flame.
I relax and feel my brain,
Try to fend and start again
When courage breaks fear's chain.
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2022 10:50
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Comments2
What a hopeful message! I love the way you worded this poem and your rhymes are great. Well done!
Thank you for this beautiful comment dear
There is always hope a a way to break free, with God in your life my friend,
Only God, it's he who gives us power and courage when we're down and hopeless. Only God.
Absolutely right my friend,with God all things are possible
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