I wrote this poem and sounded myself. A glitter of hope by Emiliya Ahmadova There are stinging thorns and recollections of life. You bleed inwardly, stabbed by them. On your eyes sometimes tears develop. But with a grin, you are trying to disguise them. *** You toil for many hours every day. When it gets darker, you start to wonder why? You are unable to enjoy the results of your labor. It appears as if everything you accomplish is for naught. *** However, when you turn to God and pray. Gladness floods your heart and dulls your pain. A glitter of hope is burning in your heart. You know that one day you will experience real bliss. https://youtu.be/Gbp3ibtm5fQ