Like a
chapter starting up in a children's story,
The
details of my life unfold rid of glory,
Existing
as indifferent as the stars,
Evanescing
as calligraphy carved on the waters.
It's
fleeting like debris swept off by strong current.
Constrained
and consistently living on the edge of torment.
Rising
and falling with time's own waves.
Like the
route through a labyrinth, you can't map its ways.
Like a
memory that ought to stay dead confounds us
Awaking
again like a mummy defying the confines of its sarcophagus
Evoking
that sunken sensation that won't go
away.
Here lies
a star fallen, lost, confused and above all played.
All at
once, like dried up leaf which photosynthesizes still,
Hope
arrived stamped on the wind like a seal,
Consuming
all I am springing high like the tide.
Spectacular
like an old fight birthing a new life.
Akpan
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