Am now scorned
Desert womb
Barren for years
In-laws nagging
Turbulating my peace
Hope I loss not
I keep staring at the cross
There my focus dwells
Pressing for the price
When courage dwindles
And storm blows my ego
Sinking my fear
To the sea bed
Faith I loss not
Still staring at Calvary
There my focus dwells
Pressing for the price
When the end seems too far
And my knees too weak
Breath grasping to sustain
Heart plucking into my belly
Quit I do not
Staring at the medal
There my focus dwells
Pressing for the price
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