Awake, Walking In Faith

Loneliness brings tears... Togetherness brings tears too: Despair can't bring joy... With needles of pain I crocheted emotions into a web of depression cocooning myself in defeat Churning thoughts shot a stone of memory from the deepest cavern of suppression echoing the echo of an ancestral Griots’ maxim: I cried because I had no shoes; until I met a man who had no feet. Aroused and uplifted from the inner sanctum of doubt, I awoke, arose and took a walk into fields of gracious realities—walking free as I wanted and ought to be: aware that my cup of grace overflows.