In moments when we're stripped of might,
And feel as though we're lost in night,
We're forced to see the world anew,
And find the power that we once knew.
For in our weakness we are free,
To let our spirits run and be,
To find a way to light the dark,
And leave behind our heavy heart.
It's in our powerlessness we see,
The hidden strength that's within thee,
A force that flows and carries on,
And keeps us moving ever on.
For when we're lost in deepest pain,
We find a flow that keeps us sane,
A river deep that runs so true,
And carries us to something new.
So when we feel we've lost our way,
And all our strength has gone astray,
Let's find the flow within our soul,
And use our powerlessness to make us whole.
A short story
In a small village nestled in a valley, there lived a woman named Amara. She was born with a rare condition that rendered her unable to walk, talk or see. Her parents died when she was very young, leaving her to the care of her aunt and uncle.
As she grew older, Amara's disability became more apparent, and her family's fear of her inability to contribute to the household increased. They thought that she was a burden on them, and they wished that she had never been born.
Despite their harsh treatment, Amara remained kind and patient. She never lashed out at her family, even when they treated her cruelly. She spent most of her days in silence, listening to the world around her and dreaming of a better life.
One day, a group of travelers passed through the village, and they stopped to rest in Amara's family's home. They noticed Amara's plight and were deeply moved by her resilience and courage.
They decided to take her with them on their journey, and they showed her the world beyond the village. Amara was amazed by the sights and sounds that surrounded her. She listened to the birds singing, felt the sun's warmth on her face, and smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers.
As they traveled, Amara discovered that her powerlessness was, in fact, her greatest strength. Her inability to see, speak, or walk meant that she could observe the world around her with more clarity than anyone else. She could sense things that others could not, and she could see the beauty in the simplest things.
Amara's companions saw her as an inspiration and a reminder of the power of the human spirit. They marveled at her ability to find joy in the most challenging of circumstances.
When they returned to the village, Amara's family was astonished by the change in her. She had gained a newfound confidence and inner peace that they had never seen before. They began to see her in a new light and realized that their powerlessness had given them the strength to overcome their challenges.
Amara's story spread throughout the village, and soon everyone began to look at their problems in a new way. They saw that sometimes, the most powerless among them had the most strength and that sometimes, the things that seemed like limitations could actually be blessings in disguise.
Comments2
I would like to think that's a true story. I like it.
Faith and hope.
To rise form one's misfortune with different eyes, kinder heart, and faith to carry the weight of the world on one's shoulders as if it was light as a feather is triumph over oneself, and the prejudice we were born into.
I so enjoyed your poem, thank you 🙂
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