Unbridled Trust

The day reaches a close and the shadows begin to appear 

As every hour passes, they draw nearer bringing closer and making more  potent the shadows that we mere apparitions in the day

As each second passes, fear begins to mount, fear of the known, fear of what the shadows and the night represents and brings with it,

For some they conquer this fear with a shot or two

A few rush homes to be with their families

A couple others beat their chest as they cry for help

At the climax of the night the sound of snoring is heard not from one who has no fear but from one puts his trust implicitly in a being that he serves, knowing fully well that no matter the thickness of the shadows or the sound of the howling wind like a screaming child. He stand under an umbrella of protection that nothing can penetrate.

The process of anticlimax begins and the potency of the shadows reduce hour by hour, second by second, just at it came so it goes, leaving behind sadness and horror.

But the one who trusts wakes up refreshed knowing no sadness or sorrow,

Rising to a greater day than the former, cos for him everyday only gets better, for no yesterday can be better than the greatness he wakes up into.

A thanks he says, a prayer he says to the one he trusts implicitly not because he understands everything or anything but because he knows that he is safe and can suffer no harm or hurt.

Though as the day progresses, it may seem like what he did not pray for, but in the end it is greater that he hoped, cos his expectations cannot be cut short.

The ever incomplete words of the Sultan

Is it sickness or is my soul just fizzling out

Is it me or are the sands of time turning against me

My heart yearns for self expression but it is strangled for a lack of opportunity 

I search for fulfillment but even the stars seems to have abandoned me

My every step sets me on a path of confusion

What hope do I have than to let myself be carried into oblivion by the whirlwind of the south

Indeed the center is falling and all hope appears lost

The sun rises with hope and sets with despair

Am I done for or are my efforts not just good enough

In my heart of hearts I say a tiny prayer but does it go beyond the ceiling of my room?

Questions, questions from every direction but a lack of sufficient answers leaves me in desperation

Maybe it's time I just slept and lets things turn around, but who has it ever worked for?

Yet if I stay awake, anxiety would but kill

When would things change, when would light shine in my corner of darkness

My soul, my spirit, my heart, they all fail me

(It's as though I have been visited by a fictitious dementor)

The doctor procures patience as a cure but how much longer can I wait

Suicide I have considered, death is a option not too far off, yet even that option fails me.

I am bound to this earth my mere flesh, O! What method of un-yoking avails me

But wait is that a glimmer of light in the distance, No, I ignore it for too many of such glimmers have I seen only for nothing of it.

True, I may have missed that glimmer but what else can desperation and anxiety lead to but confusion