Rise Up
EM.N 2022 (Dar-es-salaam)
I sat there. Dazed! It has come to this. How I became dross they walk on, has to join Kilimanjaro, the Taj Mahal and the all times Great wall of China. Huh! Why am I still here? I may as well assume room temperature. Looking up front at that moment, there it was. That single ray I need to grasp onto.
I was drowning, deep deep under. Darkness all around. Fear soaked my bones. My soul drenched in sheer anxiety. Thoughts gimping to tunes of desolation, swimming in the sea of lethargy. My orbs roll upwards, waving the white flag. But there on the shimmering top, there it was. That floating straw.
The wind’s hitting my back hard. Whence i come from i know not, destination a lidded eye, covered bulb. Well, loss is inevitable. Limbs, back, neck, life, name it. Red was all it came to be. Alarms going off in my head. Dizzy, queasy. Squinting my eyes to sight what would save my fall. Black was all it was. My brain all white and gray. All over? Flipped. There it was, thin balcony railing.
It’s all minute. It just won’t do. A ray? Who am I kidding! Hahaha! A straw! Can an ant hold up an elephant? Demise. Reaching out jeopardizes my poor fingers. Their longevity more probable at the foot. What of my everything else? What of how I’ll hold onto it? How much longer? Quite evident right? My mind yelled, 'let go’ and I did. Vanquished.
Is this the coda? Giving them the laugh of the century. No grief, no sorrow, no regret in them. At the expense of a bright tomorrow for present short-lived consolation, you stop digging, stop pressing on. That’s wise folly, futile quietus. May seem like getting blood from a stone, but where there’s will, there is a way. Fight harder, try further, press on.
About this poem
There is always hope if you hold out long enough to see it. Never give up.
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Written on June 15, 2022
Submitted by EMN on February 09, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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