Hope,

don’t mope,

to cope with life’s tragedies,

unfathomable,

beyond human scope.

 

Sickness,

death,

divorce,

a break-up,

you need hope,

to help you,

 with all your hang-ups,

or maybe you feel you’re just,

not “good enough?”.

 

Didn’t get into the Ivy’s?,

That’s a shame,

especially when Asian parents say,

“You’re to blame!”

 

Your job,

 profession,

going nowhere but down?

Instead of happiness,

criticism and constant frowns?

 

Or maybe it’s your relationship,

that’s all askew,

dreams of marriage,

matrimony,

and walking down the pews,

imploding like dynamite,

or TNT on a lit fuse.

 

Your life,

blowing up,

yet you suffer in silence,

keeping it all in,

it’s what Asians do best,

instead of sharing,

and getting it off your chest.

 

My story’s no different,

been through battles and wars,

not Iraq or Afghanistan,

yet they still,

 make me crumple to the floor.

 

In despair,

and dejection,

facing human rejection.

 

I turn to you,

“Hosanna in the Highest!”

Break my heart,

for what breaks yours,

help me walk in truth,

so I can better see,

eternity,

your love for me.