#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way into journey of decisions,
Life is really a messed up place, I was in my mother's womb enjoying peace of mind, enjoying good nutrients, the day I was brought forth there was alot of celebration, the sound of it was the sound of many waters ,I don't know that life is a den of terrors ,know one told me about it, until I became a man. To be called a man is not a title but call to responsibility,
What is my strength, that I should hope and work for better future? What is my future and my end that I should prolong my life.
Is My strength made with stone that It should not fail me? or is my flesh strong like brass?
My help is...