Trajectories of failures,

Amidst loads of manure,

Scorching like the sun's rays,

Challenging me to endure.

But, I won't yield or break,

Like gold refined by fire's embrace,

This process will not make me shake,

For a renewed hope I'll chase.

In the dark, a ghostly sight,

Yet blessings await in August's light,

I embrace this journey with all my might,

Through trials, I'll emerge, shining bright.

Happy New Month, everyone.

©Felix Amogbon.

1st August, 2023.

12:45PM.