Last night,
My walls crumbled down;
The roof above me,
caved in;
My skin tightened,
Flesh upon flesh
With blood rapidly pulsating.
This must be it,
I thought to myself;
This can’t be it,
I declared;
A brewing storm,
On my insides-
My throat, my eyes-
Blazing.
Tonight,
It all seems distant past;
There’s something
To be said about-
Resilience.
Last night I said-
This can’t be it;
And my Lord,
He got me through it.
The above image was gotten from Pinterest
Beautiful!
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Wonderful words!
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Thank you very much.
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He is Faithful!! Lovely poem! ❤ ya!
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Yes He is! 😄 thank you
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I like the depth of the poetry and the emotion behind writing this piece is raw that it’s actually tangible to the readers. ❤
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Thank you very much. I appreciate your comment.
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Wonderful..!❤
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Thank you Aamena 😄
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I love this !
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Yay! Thank you
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I actually have the word resilience tattooed on my shoulder. I love how this poem depicts the meaning so well!
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Thank you very much, I appreciate it 😄
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