25/02/2026
One day,
Your patience will be a quiet brush
Dipped in the colors of endurance.
Stroke by steady stroke,
Your consistency will paint beyond the canvas of today
Where doubt once sketched shadows,
Hope will bloom in gold.
Like a river carving stone
Without noise, without haste,
You will look back and see
A masterpiece shaped by time.
And you will smile
For what felt like waiting
Was really creation in disguise.
Dekulan Matthew