Once again,
The image of my future
Is blur.
Once again,
It’s just a silhouette
In the dark.
Once again,
I am a reflection
In a broken mirror.
But for the first time,
I’ll gather myself;
Spirit, body and soul,
And set myself as
A burnt offering before God.
About the Author
Ajasa Samuel is a poet, writer and a dabbler in spoken words. He is a lover of literature and arts.
