There crashed billow upon billow
Bitter coated news to swallow
An ordinary life was flipped
And DisABILITIES gripped
Others then began drinking sips
Of expensive ink from a nib that dips
Into an ocean formed from droplets
Trickling from 2 viewed outlets
Adopting heartfelt couplets.
An ocean from hushed cries
An ocean from patience excercised
An ocean outspread with sacrifice
An ocean bled for a future paradise
Yearning for the gaze of 1 who is all-wise
Attached to that package is a high & mighty price.
Toil with persistence through rife strife
Amidst turmoil to survive this entity titled life.
Little is it known
Behind every poem
Are episodes & codes
Unquestioned & untold.
Decipher these words specifically chosen
Each containing an ocean of emotions
As she turned into various directions
Having no other option or trepidation
Besides bowing in complete submission
To his compassionate decisions
Despite facing recurrent rejection
& bowled over by utter exhaustion,
Despite dealing with multiple torments
& momentarily expressing laments.
Knowing no matter the degree of dismay
There was, is, & will not be, another way.
No dive backwards
For that would impair her resort
Thereby banishing a special shore…
The special shore;
No ordinary mortal saw
No scope for fingers to point a flaw
It’ll leave one staggering in awe…..
“I did, you did, they did”
No one does
Except as the Almighty edicts.
Compositions she didn’t write
The most-merciful set words alight
To him alone is all praise
For every healing phrase
Allowing spirits to raise.
As she wades along the oncoming waves
She discovered a love story that never fades.
When met with a deaf ear
He was always there to hear.
When in the darkness she sank
He sent unique rescue lamps.
When she wanted everything to terminate
He cast no shattered piece into a bin of waste.
When words made her seethe
Or actions caused her to reel
Hands wrapped head to knees
Lungs producing muted screams
When there was no person to intervene
Nor a shoulder to lean, only in dreams
When the wounds seared so deep
Most humans failed to help heal,
Countless times she knocks at his door
Her gaze humbled towards the floor
Salty streams sometimes gushed forth
Confiding about the weight she bore
Until she thought she could do no more
Appealing deliverance from a wearied war
Reserved treasures then began to pour
His answers to her questions slowly roar.
When she exasperatedly sighs
He conveys clear-cut signs.
Letting out to him
Streams peace within
Assists her to begin
& conclude with wins
Undeserving love shown by the exalted king…