Crushed!

Crushed and smarting!

Yet go on I must,

For behind the clouds,

The sun is always shining.

And even if I can’t see it now,

Yet will I imagine it,

And cling to memories of it,

Until its rays pierce my clouded senses,

And warm up my emotions,

Cracking the cold expression of pain,

Back to a warm smile,While restoring joy again.

For in this state of sadness,I cannot remain.

By Matilda Moyo16 October 2010