I wrote this décima yesterday and wasn’t originally intending to post it, but it does fit with this week’s prompt, so I’ve decided to share it. In the remnant of this evening, I hope to write more (I’ve ONLY written 4 poems today 🙂 ) but probably won’t write another décima.
Even when sorely afflicted,
I trust in God’s ultimate plan;
What other possible choice can
I make and live, so restricted?
Hope has not yet been evicted;
It returns when life throws a curve-
-Ball — despite myself it has verve
Which leads to daily salvation.
Time can cause many abrasions,
But even suffering can serve.