Day 18: The Challenge

Nothing can come between us

And the talent that Divinity placed within us.

We are His handwritten opus

If we got balls to make ourselves heard,

And when we pluck the fruit of genius

We cease to flow with instinct of the herd.

There’s a part of an individual

That stays locked up in talent-inert,

Trapped like a cage-mental,

Waiting for that one moment in time,

When the giant awakes

Piercing the horizon with an infrared beam;

When a new dawn breaks,

To set the whole world at liberty,

Thro the invasion of creativity.

Akpan