Day 17: Certainty

Like the unborn seed of mystery,

Seeking the advent of misery

To crack open his shell and thereby announce his ministry,

My life begins on the throes of a pronouncement

And keeps glowing even after sunset.

It is a shower that's heaven-sent

Emancipating the universe from drought's captivity

With a positive activity.

Even if my days were written up in water

Its uniqueness will churn up an everlasting frozen inscription.

For from the crypts of the gutters

I roused myself to spark up a revolution,

As I emerge,

Like a plainsong

Without back-up, to submerge

The forces of demise

With the certainty of tides.

Akpan