HOPE IN THAT MOMENT OF HOPELESNESS
As much as it was meant to be a sucker-punch,
It appeared to be just a blow;
Heart is heavy, head is hot;
But explosives are still for wars, big wars;
How not worry about them vulnerable!
Why not drop a tear?
What is all this fear?
Who is for real?
Where do broken hearts go?
When will it all end?
Anger makes one ill;
But time does heal;
Hurt and get hurt;
So, let one hurt the self,
And just be a passive audience,
In all the theatrics,
Do no tricks;
Harm no one, but expect no return of favour;
Give without imagining to get;
Pay it forward and never collect the debt;
Let everyone view through their own lenses;
Fact, imposing is bullish;
And, emotions are foolish;
Basically, stay the same;
Hold on to your dream;
Don’t do fake;
Keep them fingers crossed;
And wait for that miracle;
That is part of the promise
A promise never to miss
For the day will come
And all will be well. By petlwane Molotsi
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