Day 6: Unnamed

Will I know my mission

Through a tearful vision?

Perceive my destination

Within the elements of frustration?

How does a man live

When his soul will not believe?

Will I begin

When I have come to the end of all beginnings?

How do I define

A mission I may never find?

What lies beyond

The finish line

Is the multiple resurrection of questions.

In a brittle attempt to bridge the divide,

I struggle to put my mission in perspective

Enthusiastic obstacles irrespective.

The expectations I cannot perceive

Overrun my mind with parasitic uncertainty.

If I had to swim 10,000 seas,

It’ll make little difference if I wade a million lakes,

Until I set foot over the shoreline, the qualities

That will put a face to my vision will bear no name.

Akpan