Blurred are my eyes
Foggy is my atmosphere
My steps are grossly uncordinated
The words of my mouth; my speech
How equally are they compared to those of a stutterer
My condition defiles the doctor's diagnosis
O! My troubled soul!
What have you become?
In the midst of my condition
My past came to me—the better part of it, I mean
My attention, drawn to previous victories
Strength surged into my soul
Like a Phoenix, I arose
As fine wine, I was retransformed
Yes, I did it before
I surely can—again
O! My soul!
Back to your strengthener
Go back Home!
Par: Sambasy
I'm very optimistic about you succeeding in your pursuit. Well done. More grace
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Great writing.. My soul go back to your strengther...
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