In hopes that the suffering of my dejected heart will yield.
The yearnings of my soul will swirl around the wind, unencumbered.
It will whisper to me that not once were these prayers unheard.
Not ever were the flames of these candles unseen.
My devotion, rarely belittled by the Almighty and my guides.
Hope, my potion.
*Ndiyathandaza: I pray
*Ndilangazela: I hope
Vinolia is a poet and writer. A woman in hopes of world where her voice will reach its corners. A woman filled with hope.