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

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