I stayed calm,
Trying to figure things out
Absolutely in my own way.
But my thoughts intervened.
I mimicked the Spirit's word
And made a hard wish
One I knew wasn’t truly mine.
Though I spoke it,
It wasn’t my choice.
I memorised the song of freedom,
Trying to slip through tangled ties,
Waving the hand of doubt
In an unpleasant way.
Marking another year of redemption,
Yet not redeemed indeed.
How could this be?
I murmured in disbelief.
I followed my father's trail,
Ready to beseech the land
Not theirs,
But the land of the saints.
I moved forward
A little, a bit
Toward the face of the deep,
Where truth remains unknown.
