A reality beneath

 

Once upon a time brings a day

The world took charge and fate ruled

Raising a son full of solace

Life harbors a reality lost deep place.

 

Sitting, looking, and imaging

A lonely soul fight tears from falling

Nobody will ever decipher

His heart’s darkness resembles cipher.

 

Nostalgia literature calls it

Carry sweet memories away tight

Imaginations, reflections, and predicting

Life was sweeter with Mama nudging.

 

Anger lies deep under cute face

Motivation evolve without a pace

Frustration, loneliness feature realization

Parental love not until resurrection.

 

Dreams in mind are tensely glazing

Reflection of motivation still amazing

A young mind holds on to a dream

Someday will dawn and stream.

 

Poverty someone wrote was a teacher

Didn’t scrutinize any even an enchanter

Brought forth a great deal a lesson

Pain in the heart is much to lessen.

 

I still look up and call

The lord up there for us all

Never to blame tragedy that struck

Work smart and hope come not back.

 

Ambitious brains carry hope

Our lord thee help and top

One day is going to dawn and bring

What the mean world took in spring.

 

Mornings rise and shine away

Did every day have to start this way?

We still carry hope beneath a reality

Someday, fate will bless with ultimate serenity.

 

The poem narrates the experience of a youth living and wandering in the universe alone after the demise of their parents. Experiences shared when young still lingers in mind creating nostalgia. As time passes by, the pain of absence piled up to, motivation driving them to attain success in life and live a life likened to one the parents would have provided or a better one. Ambitions and trust in the creator of the universe avail a driving force to surmount steeps hills of emotions with a focus of a land filled with peace far away.

The young soul has a premonition, someday will dawn and all will be well. The troubled waters of life will wash away sorrow and pain in the heart bringing serenity.

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