Let karma be the mirror

 

I remember every shadow,
every whisper of their negativity,
in that class—
where she translates only to a chosen few,
in that class—
where silence greets me instead of guidance,
where slides are withheld like secrets,
where recordings vanish before I can reach them.

Many times,
far from home,
in hotels,
in other countries,
still in class,
I feel the echo of that place.

Please, God,
do not let me drown
in the black tide of their bitterness.
It kills the light inside me,
it makes me less than I am.

Help me focus
on what is kind,
what is bright,
on their good,
their warmth,
their positivity—
the small sparks
that still exist.

But if it is true,
Lord,
if they weave their negativity with intent,
if their hands plant harm instead of help—
protect me.
Wrap me in Your shield.
Let karma be the mirror they face,
let them taste only what they’ve sown.

And let me rise,
untouched,
toward light.