1,000
walls
Complected
and aligned side to side
Could not
cripple my intellectual function,
Neither
flush the fire in my fight.
I am a rage,
who is hyperventilating,
My dream
is a doped up athlete that’s a-running.
My path
is flooded with everlasting light.
Like a
river overflowing its bank,
Plus, there
is no ebb in my tide.
I set
my radar and even if it be on a plank
I will
make it to the other side,
I’m
crossing over the deluge of impossibilities.
Then I
will morph my solitary fantasy
Into a
million stunning realities.
Persecuted
to perfection,
Emancipated
from soul corruption,
My faculty
is alienated from random contradiction.
I have
been ransomed by the challenges I’ve gone through;
Redeemed
from the clutches of mortal damage
To be reinvented
from raw stuff with brand new tissue.
My entire
system illuminated, my senses engaged.
Fervor mutating
from fear,
Uncertainty
conceiving courage to dare,
Fading luster,
daunted hopes, stunted faith,
And pain
magnified, all worked in mysterious ways
To resurrect
a phoenix from his pile of ashes.
A special
delivery from emissaries of grace
Distributing
sheaves of goodness in deliberate flashes.
I am
tomorrow’s today,
What else
could I say?
I produce
a shine that blinds the sun;
I am a hereafter
that exhales through an offed past;
I am
like the weed which develops buds to blossom
Roses straight
out from a concrete’s crack.
I am a
cool cup of water in scorching heat;
I am a
practical phenom who defies analytic thinking.
I am
like a moment of bliss that keeps up unceasing;
I am
rage engulfed by passion;
I am a
raw, deep emotion.
I am
originality walking, breathing in the flesh of man
This is
who I am,
It is
all I could ever hope to be or have.
Akpan
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