i'm ok...

he was blindfolded..
clasped both hands
and walked,
and was pushed.

he got different blows.
hits here and there.
stabs of inhumane torture
he was pulled.
and dragged.
and drenched.

he lost everything.

he got nothing.

and it's not over yet.
his life bitched some more.
and more.
and a lot more.

but he stood.
and fought.

because he had no choice but to fight.
and accept.
that
that
is
how
it's
supposed
to
be.

but before he went on
he clasped his hands.
and sat down.
and cried for just a while.
and opened his heart.
poured it like it's never been poured before.
and he held a cross.
lit a glass candle.
and felt the fume of the fresh midnight air.
and shouted.
and shouted like he had never shouted before.

he felt better.
a lot better.
he remained blindfolded.
but went back
with a guiding hand with him to lead the way.

after everything...

this.
shall.
pass.

he said a little prayer.
and went on with his healing.
and continued fighting.
and said, "i'm ok"

+bil