"EN Hakkore"

The prayers I listed on a piece of paper swayed mid-air

My trembling fingers bravely held on to its tip.

I have all the doubts and silent arguments.

My heart would pound crazily as I imagine how foolish it would be.

My tired lashes shut tightly as I inhaled a heavy sigh.

There are times when I would yearn to see beyond.

There are moments that made me exhausted from seeing too much.

My mind would dwindle from fantasy and prophecy.

Yet as I grasped in, It's not all about me seeing it but because it was shown to me.

My heart would recall dreams that I used to have.

Devine intervention would lead me back to forgotten prayers,

Yet as I hope and trust in the supernatural timeline.

I believe my story is crafted where no human is to be credited for.

This is the spring where I am called for.

It just appeared with a sudden.

It overflowed liked it would never end.