Even if I bow

Title: Even if I bow

Author: John King Ayanfe ©

Even if I

Bow. Perhaps, later nor

Now. As these tribulations rages; allying

Trepidations. They're hymns of my persecutions

For selfsame Job's (modern)

Mysteries. Found myself I in my

Days. Hope broken with psychological

Devastation. I've been a wanderer treading in illusion

Even if I'd bowed,

Mr. Hardscrabble. Childhood negligence, struggles, survival,

Lover's betrayals. Sunk spirituality - sorrowful existence

Bitter life. Oh! Pains tick in the clock

And, O' if I bow

Bleeding. Let faith and spunk dance for

Joy. Victory is mine! I fight to conquer

At last. This warrior atop all brokenness bravely stand

Happily I shall

Bow. In thanksgiving, to paint my

Mysteries. My weary soul shall dance in the singing of

Victory. Bowing to life in life after death