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Prose
poetry
Come;
walk with me out of yourselves. See the vision of the world through the very
eyes of childhood.
Take
my hand. Let us traverse the threshold of freedom and savor the fragrance of
unspoken seductions. We have been held down for way too long; held back from
what is rightfully ours to explore. Let us exploit life in the fierce urgency
of now and activate our miracle metamorphosis.
We
never need to waste motion. You and I belong together in a world where bold compassion
has been stolen, bought and sold; mutilated beyond repair. But our resolve has
been refined in the forge of tribulation. Now the harvest trundles in on a
thunder of deafening wings.
Housemates
in a strange place we have found ourselves to be. Yet, none can erase what we
really are if we clench the dream in a fist of optimism. The answer to our
prayers lay hidden in trackless wilderness nevertheless, we will seek it like
lost treasure.
Until
we arrive at the end of our rainbow and seize the pot of gold, we must not give
up hope to the jaws of despair. Eventually, we become Champions of the struggle
when we mop up hate diagrams with bundles of kind acts and clog the gears of coldness
with fruits of tenderness.
Akpan
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