There you are;
standing in the middle of life
where you cannot tell between "forever" and "meanwhile"
There you are trying yet again to make things work.
It feels paused
it looks "un glossy" from where you stand.
You have been dreading the truth that stares right back at you,
that the tomorrow you dreamed to be alright is more or less the today you live.
It is just another day you say
another day to live through this misery
it is just another moment to hope that forever is not a lie
and lo! you stand in the middle of the chaos that life has become
You have been taught to fight on... kindly do so;
You have been told that endurance gets you there... it definitely will.
Amidst the turmoil of nothingness and quiet moments of trust
you have got to believe that the best is yet to come.
Not now but soon,
how soon? I do not know,
but you are in safe hands...in the hands of the maker;
and you are in the presence of greatness
Now still yourself to the future that will manifest
and someday, not today but someday, you will be glad,
Glad that you kept going...
