My past was like a dark verse
That painted a picture of a barren existence,
But one day, by the divine hands of light
My life was filled with water, fire and spirit .
A life that was once useless
Is now a crucible of creativity;
The fire that was once dim
Is now raging and endless.
At last, I have encountered a light,
Upon the earthen ground where I stand.
Behold the wealth of a changed man
That is free from the chain of death.
©Okunola Peace.
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