Poem: It Wasn't Smooth

The deepest sorrow she has known.
The all round shame she has seen.
The shame was for the fame_
For it's never remained the same.
She was once despised by men_
But cherished by the Creator of men.
The battle seemed long and burdensome.
So heavy was the weight of fear_
She feared for the fears she's never seen.
Her body shook like a leaf on water,
She cried out her heart day and night;
Calling out to the Invisible Maker_
Who is visible to those who draw nigh to Him.
"Show me the way" was her heart felt cry.
The Maker seemed silence she thought.
Her tears were her water,
Her pains were her daily bread;
Light at the end of the tunnel!
No! She said to herself one fateful night.
There must be light at the end of the tunnel.
With determination and endurance, she walked out of the miry clay.
She failed many times but refused to give up.
Distracted and wounded severally, she never shifted her gaze.
Now! She has a song to sing:
A melody in her heart;
A story to tell and a biography that will be written by her generations.

©Linda Grace 2017
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