The Hope of Someday

Sidikat Abdul

Sidikat Abdul

Friday 12 June 2020

She lives and dies by her name

Waking by dawn

To watch the sunrise

Blooming along with all its glory

And when the morning comes

She stays alive for a while

Taking a glimpse of the day's light

She lives

Only for the morning's glory

And dies in honour of its beauty

Sidikat Abdul

Monday 8 June 2020

Dreaming sweet dreams

Living a nightmare

Sleep is an escape

From the horrors of reality

Hours of night to savour

Till daylight steals the peace

To ourselves, we say;

Tomorrow would be better

Then it comes in repetition

Of yesterday's pain

Then we say again;

Maybe tomorrow holds the promise

Happiness, joy, peace

But then it comes again in circles

Pain, grief, sorrow

Then we say again, maybe tomorrow

Or the day after, or the day after that,

Or next week, or the week after that,

Or next month, or the month after that,

Maybe someday soon.

But one thing remains the same

The hope of someday.