Trials, Tribulation, and Triumph
"Arise," the voices stated, "face what's to come,
what's to begin. The era of anew hope, anew belonging.
Hath death not, in its jealousy, stripped away
the sunrise which lies in thy face
and the gold which resides in thy ways."
In 100 words could I sum up the calamity,
but not the agony. Pain has a concealed connotation,
an implication. How obtuse men thought
they could uncover the truth not knowing
they themselves were the very reason.
Strewn together were my emotions knowing the end
arrives, knowing I had to let go of this hatred
burning my blood and instead allow for forgiveness,
acceptance, and peace. Knowing I must accept my trials
and tribulations in order to triumph.