Not Today

A small poem on Hope

Something different than a story this time. A short poem about hope.

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Born with millstone around your neck.
With impenetrable wall against your back.

You had no chance, I was told.
But they did not know you were so bold.

You were holding on for life oh so dear.
While Godless me prayed against my deepest fear.

Will it come to pass as Passover came at last?
For that dreadful moment seemed to come too fast.

Eternal darkness was knocking at your door.
But from the void, you opened your eyes just once more.

“I’m still here,” said your gaze.
‘twas enough to stop the tremble in my ways.

Even as your flame became more dim.
I knew you’d come back to me as I sang an old hymn.

I sang of edelweiss and of blooming and of growing.
Even with my raspy voice, I started to see you glowing.

Brighter than the sun your flame burned.
As it was living that you yearned.

Just one more battle, one more fight.
One more step away from the passing of the light.

As I held your hand in the advance.
The man with the sickle had no chance.

You said to eternal slumber, not today.
Now five summers later I still see you play.

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Normally I write personal stories, but I wanted to try my hand at a poem for once.

Also, if you liked it, please share this with friends and family. ❤

Sincerely,

Jibran