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| Courtesy: UNHCR (@refugees)/Ivor Prickett This poem was originally written for the refugee woman who trekked long distance to be with her man. I couldn't find her picture online so I used this one instead. 😄 |
My traveling shoes fit me fine.
My feet are kitted like an Olympic
athlete’s
I’m all equipped to eat up the miles
No fuss about distance nuthin’ can
stop me.
I can only pray my feet don’t fail me
now
The cloud’s moving its bowels by the
sound
But I’m all covered by passion blind
to distraction.
Taking it all in my stride screaming bring it on!
Will I survive will I rise or
multiply the lies?
How do I flee slow virus that trusses
my mind?
Love, with open arms, waits on the other
side of here
His whisper is a special delivery of
love to my ears;
The memory of his face is a balm for
my blistered feet,
The longing for his embrace is a
shade from the heat.
I must go where love goes lovingly
mark his footsteps.
Find solace in the warmness of his
footprints before
The chill of the nighttime tones it down
with its breath.
I’m gon’ keep on pushing until I get
what I want
Even tho the road is rough I will not
turn away.
If I have to crawl on bended knees I won’t
hesitate.
Akpan
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