Stairs.

Within springs the hunger to be human.

A creature vulnerable to hurt,

A slave of emotions,

A fragile being.

 

Paralyzed by sufferings,

Hopeless for one’s longings,

A mosaic of irrelevant images,

A book with stained and torn pages.

 

When a sigh becomes the explanation,

When solitude becomes one’s haven,

When fears translate to tears.

When silence pierces the ears.

 

A tomorrow far-fetched.

With time brittle and unstretched.

The only hope I hold,the only love that feeds my soul.

With Your promise,the victory I hold until I reach the goal.