Libre Magazine

In days and time when I can really think , I find myself sulking for new horizons
There is hope ,solidarity and the tingling enigma of a patriot
Then comes a place in time where the parent of enthusiasm is perpetual hope.
I see reflections staring back at tangled theologies.
The urgency within me , the craving of a breakthrough.
In betwixt the realms of hope is the holler against negligence.
Submerging in the eloquent verity besieged in my soul.
Hoping against hope
Fighting against fights
Conquering back the essence lost against time
Rekindling morality
Invoking solidarity
I walk , I walk towards the mystified horizons of justice
The world that will be different
Just
Kind
Listening to the hymns of divinity with hopes encapsulated with sadness
Bottled up anguish
Leashing out to the obscure
Enlightening perceptions for reconciliation
And then hopes meet justice , confinement meets liberty
Here I rise again with the memory of the thought that shall live in me
And the one I must relinquish
Amid the cogitation I have found the purpose of my existence
Probably not the one that really is but profoundly one I will embrace and I do .
And may death do us apart .