Hope...

A strong current of cold fear
runs through my shaken body,
as I think of the big day...
fear, anxiety, despondency,
perhaps abject resignedness...

I do not know what to call it,
but I know that it benumbs me,
stupefies me into inaction,
leaving my mind devoid of thoughts.

To the very edge of my being,
I think it transports me;
where my capabilities cease,
and I give in to the omnipotent.

Beseech Him, I shall not, for
He who created knows what to bestow!
All I can do at the moment
is hope that I would be able
to convey to my girl about
what I am going through...

and ask if she would be willing
to share her tomorrow... with me?
Her 'yes' would mean a lot to me.
It in fact, breathes a new lease on life,
a fresh beginning... a new outlook!