EPIPHANY

I surrender, forgive me my mighty sin

I tread not lightly on the ground

I think not before I speak

My tongue, a mighty serpent

that slithers without stop

The bullets escape me and

hell do they wrought

Respect is earned and can’t

be bought

Yet I sit high on my throne

Not a leaf swaying to

condemn me

Until there comes a mighty storm

Making me fear for my life

and call out to the heavens

“Save me,” I cry, “Protect me.”

Alas, I am set free.

Realisation a bitter pill to swallow

Change but a labyrinthine path

I cry and scream until I gather

my senses

And tread forwards onto

the right path

My sins dragging behind me

Old habit poking at my conscience

Onward I proceed, ignore

their presence.

The map of the labyrinth

clutched in my hand

I begin to recite and try to

understand

This time shall pass, the end

is near

Continue in your efforts and

have no fear

Success is guaranteed for

those that keep trying.

His mercy is great, there is

no denying

Now watch as your worries

slowly start dying.

- Maira Tahir (Class of 2017)