I sit surrounded by glass walls.
Pain and fear exposed
Agony bared for all to see.
I cling desperately to hope,
Fearing my world shattered
And my son ripped from me.
Optimism besieged by thorns
Pricking and piercing the tender flesh.
Trust and reliance put in God and Miracles.
Faith and prayer is not in vain
My arms enfold him in walls of love
Joy bursts forth, gratitude proclaimed.
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