My Life Poem by Gideon Arthur

Succor I need
A help indeed
Swimming in the ocean of thorns
My tiny skin mourns
Bleeding furiously to death
I have no hope of rebirth

Protection I seek
Guidance: they speak
My instincts has got it all right
They lead me, by passing my puberty rite
Hanging in the grips of future
Awaiting the arrival of nature


Future I plan
Not from my clan
Longing to see besides my dreams
Waving to them as I cross the streams
Just like a child’s fantasy
What I hope for is unnoticed in reality

Support He grants
Protection; infinity of months
Revealing to me the life to live
In nights of pain, cheer to give
To the lift I say, to the right He pays
Jesus the giver of life, He does it all in days.