A young lady filled with sorrow arrives home,
She places her bag on the step,
She puts the impatient hooting of taxi’s there too,
On this stoep she places her hopes and dreams,
She places her loving mother’s prayers,
And her father’s life lessons,
On this stoep she puts her family’s unconditional love,
She puts down her brother’s wish list,
And his endless questions,
She places her non-existent social life,
And her unwavering faith in the almighty,
She puts the loud bang from doors shut in her face,
And the endless rejection emails,
She puts down her future that looks bleak,
The expectations from neighbours and friends,
The unease that weighs on her shoulders,
The feeling of self-pity,
And her violent need to succeed,
The stoep is now hidden beneath the pile,
She clears the way and soon she’ll realise,
That like her well-polished stoep,
She will get stepped on but ultimately,
She will shine!