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Answered Prayer
IH (8-12-1938 / Iraq)

Answered Prayer

Caught between a rock and a hard place
certainties vanish into the far distance,
doubts loom large like a spectre of doom;
I am confused, trapped in my little room.

There is no clarity of thought, no future plan,
only an intense desire to cut and run.
My world is engulfed in darkness,
anxiety intensifies my sadness.

A welcoming hand reaches out to me,
a gentle face smiles at me;
the gate to happiness opens;
I walk through; my ordeal ends.

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Comments (2)

A nice poetic imagination, Isam. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I don't know whose hand it is, may be anyone, may be your belief in God, but it's beauty of true love that opens the gates of happiness and the ordeal comes to an end. A lovely description of fleeting of mind..................10