Can the Morning trust

You with her sweet breeze

And peacefulness,

To pick shreds of your esteem

You once battered on rocks of doubts?

If the Afternoon

Were to give you hours

Of her warmth to make things right,

Will your feeble feet move?

Will the moon and stars be proud

They persuaded the night

To bless you with her peace,

Whispers of hope

And you trampled on it?

Can you,

Oh weary soul

Walk on this path of toiling?

©Ajang Precious,2020.