Life is a rapist. It seeks no consent before having carnal knowledge of us all. A day old child is not spared of life’s wrath, it’s safe to consider life a paedophile. Be it as it may, some of us get off our backs and face life heads on after being shagged, dust our backs and conquer.
This conquest isn’t equally shared as some are never able to get past the shock and horror, they fall off and wither like plants at winter.
However, it is encouraged that we work and pray…… This doesn’t guarantee repelling life’s attack, but hope/solace lies inherent in such activity.
But it is pleasing to remember that admist the struggle, it is the broken that has the power to uncloak the strength within.
© Faith Daniel