On the street of sadness
I saw tears erupt from the abyss of troubled hearts and there was no glimpse of gladness
Just down the devil’s boulevard were young and old weeping in a sob
Their tears marching down like angry mobs
Sorrow hung in the air
And there was great shudder of fear
I watched men wriggle in a web of pain
Sulking in anguish as though insane
In a pitiable layer, it rested upon my soul
Such was the ill fate of man, the pain, his royal robe

Getting to my home,a hollow of void
Where confusion and emptiness forms a bond
Before my door stood the figures of horror
And every knock rapped sent shivers of terror
I let them in,yes I let my fears-the friends that haunt my soul
The same friends who end up leaving me in a state beyond console
A little while and they broke into a bitter song
All my failures in life their lyrics sung
And my tears which I had kept frozen
Began to spill down a dozen

Catching cold in the hottest temperature
I began to paint an empty future
In that jinx, a gentle voice whispered to me
“What do you think could end this misery?”
With a scornful grin I answered,”It is not a mystery
But a knife to pierce my heart, a dangling rope over my neck”
Alas! I received echoes of cries piercing the dark
And the wind of despair filled every crack
“Why the lamentations?” I inquired
HEAVEN IS IN TEARS

Yes we all cry at thy feeble tries
Why do you choose to end this way
And victory you have almost given away
Take a walk ! I obeyed with my head hung in resign
And my unpleasant friends still stuck right behind
Silence sang like a sad music
Yet stretching before me was an archive of greeneries
The earth hung limp with an air of victory
And the moon glowed like sleeping beauty
Amidst starry sky, lost in awe of the creator

I floated in the wonder of his supreme majesty
“What do you see?”that same voice came again
“Divine ability” I confessed as awe filled my heart as my eyes gazed
The cloud opened and roared “oh ye of little faith…

“…do ye not know that ye are Gods?!”

Upon my forehead broke out the oil of realization
As I basked in the beauty of a new dawn
For in men lies the DNA of Jehovah
Shining in my hands was the glittering sword of believe
YES! the believe that I possess the victorious and creative capacity of my father in me
In the steps of triumph,
I charged towards my unpleasant friends to slay them with my sword
But alas!! They had taken to their heels!!

• Cindy Dike