HOPE POEM: "THORNS AND ROSES" BY MAURICE CHIADZWA

You plan for sweetness but keep pouring out salty sweat

You lay in the dark wondering where you are going wrong

You set yourself up every night in a lonely red seat

All alone and defeated, back to one and singing the same old song

You try to come with a different strategy from time to time

Putting all efforts with your best barefoot forward in all you touch

But your history with setbacks is as old as time

Life keeps knocking you down, you get back up to take another punch

It’s like you are standing in the midst of the Kalahari waiting on a drop of rain

You`ve been through the worst, a hide of scars has now developed from what used to be your skin

You no longer have the strength to cry, you are even treading jokes with your pain

Broken life and a broken heart, it`s a dark and lonely world that feels like the bottom of a bin

You walk around feeling like you are going through a daily nightmare

You have seen it all, you no longer cry about the pains and the losses

You were left broken by the storm, now you are a stump of courage nothing can scare

That has become the strength that keeps you climbing up thorns until you get to the Roses

© MAURICE N. CHIADZWA

- Zimbabwe 

The poet persona speaks on the unexpected issues that surround one's ambitions. Yet, one needs to reborn himself or herself. The voice says one would become an amazing prosperity after thorns of challenges through persistence.