HOW?

HOW?

How can she move on
When her mind's limbs
Have been amputated
By the blades of anguish?
How can she move on
When she is scolded regularly
By the whip of stagnation?

How can she smile
When her jaws have been gnawed
By the maggots of her failures?
How can she smile
When the rhythms of her existence
Are like dirges at an obsequy?

How can she evince brawn
With a heart perforated
By spears of sadness?

How is she queen of her future
When she runs errands
For hopelessness?

How can she pull herself together
When she is in shreds
Like onions
On a platter of dried meat?

How can she cheer up
When, close to her ear, is a tambourine
Playing the rhythms of her misery?

How can she portray buoyancy
When agony sours the meal of her dreams?
How can she heed the counsel of rest
When sadness, the colonel
Deploys troops of torments
To the barracks of her soul?

How can she be of good cheer
When her hopes are irredeemable
Like a treasury
In a looter's purse?

How can she read a future
Written on a scroll
With an assembly of holes?

How?

The answer to the "how", is "yes, she can overcome all her pains THROUGH THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB, JESUS CHRIST.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Matthew:11:28
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
Matthew:11:29