LIFE LIKE A PROCESS

 

Night in the midst of darkness,
The pain of no ending,  hopefully we get a happy feeling.

Wished we could smile again, the smile that gave life and bliss.

We lost our voices, we loved to be heard, so helpless.

Never gag the voice of a woman, its like an oversight, empty promises they make yet ws surfaced.

A determined bunch, headbent, not silenced nor intimated, like an echo we roared in series.

We fought till we were heard, the road block was much to bear, tired of mourning and bearing pains.

We might be needy but we aren't begging, we need justice, we are now used pain, they mock our pain and feed on us like carcass and so happy like vultures when they do this.

The rich also cry, the mighty fall, poor also rule , but we have to speak even when it's unpleasant, we speak until we win,  the dignity of the vulnerable protected.

The delay was our gain, our pain was now in the past but the future is still blink but we already know our grounds

Knowing when to fight and run is the only way to survive in a war full of fears.

We chose to control what we want, we dominate them even with their exposures yet we can't be intimidated.

Life is indeed a process of preparation unending, yet life keeps happening to us, live and make it worth living.

Vivsravine speaks