Strength is in survival, they say
As if these words will save the day.
For scars drawn across the heart by God,
are somehow more revered and awed.
Only the worthy will conquer the struggle,
Blissfully living away from the battle.
Strength borne on shoulders, broad and stable,
Tested with bricks and stones thrown by the devil.
Understand that sometimes these shoulders droop,
tired and strained from an endless loop.
Forgive the days that this body’s broken,
to recognize the honour of being chosen.
If you ask this warrior’s weary heart,
all it will ask for is a fresh start.
Some room to grow, some songs to sing,
a warm compress to heal bruising.
Grant an ordinary life lived extraordinarily,
where faith and hope remain a sanctuary.
Let these moments of rest, before the next bout,
extend, so I understand this is what life is about.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Inspired by the saying/idea “God only gives you as much as you can handle.” and of course it’s counter ” God only gives you what you can handle, I just wish s/he didn’t have so much faith in me.”
