A shower of hope
Posted on July 6, 2023 • 1 minutes • 152 words
A weary wanderer, with a heavy load,
She longed to find her destined place,
Amidst the endless, scorching space.
The sun beat down with fiery might,
And sandstorms raged from morn till night,
Yet she marched on, with courage true,
Undaunted by the harsh terrain she knew.
Her laboured breaths echoed in her ear,
As she journeyed on, through sweat and fear,
And though the path before her seemed unclear,
She remained steadfast, with hope held near.
She gazed up at the burning sky,
With a prayer on her lips, and a tear in her eye,
And from the crimson, boundless spread,
A glimmer of hope emerged, from red to black.
As the sky shed tears of joy,
The wanderer knew she wasn’t just a toy,
But a soul with a purpose, a tale to tell,
One that would end in triumph, not in hell