Day 25: When Stars Are Born

In a time when stars are born

The race for reality just begun.

Sons of Adam

Scurrying to meet the demand.

Here I stand

On a pedestal surveying the land

Thro the eyes of my mind,

Like a mental rule.

Guess what I find?

A star is not a moon.

Yes they both glisten

Massive cosmic satellites

Marking and defining earth’s seasons.

I realize I need to be persuaded

From within to define where I’m headed.

If I twinkle

Would I be a diamond in the sky?

Or to put it simple,

Burn like a lamp in the sky.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 25

Day 25: Downsized

Dieting is the most common New Year’s resolution, and the most difficult to stick to. Sure, we essentially know what’s healthy and what to avoid overindulging in, but when a doctor or nurse tells you to change your eating habits it weighs much heavier on your conscience. Does one of your characters have a diet that is putting his health in jeopardy? Try writing a scene in which that character is told by a healthcare professional to overhaul his eating habits. How does this character react? If this character can no longer have some of his favorite foods, how does this affect his mood and his day-to-day routine?

—PW.Org

Word Count: 1,000+

Eneh Akpan,
June 25th, 2014

Day 25: Gateless

Without a bolt

That's how the doors of our lives are shut.

We dwell in the safety of emotional insecurities

And yield our fears to the refuge of insensitivity.

We begin our days in the womb of vice

Starting each new chapter in the arms of ill device.

Eventually, turning in at the boulevard of cowardice.

The padlocks of fortune stand broken down

Hanging limp and useless

While gloom provides its services like some malevolent clown,

To batter our delicate hearts ceaseless.

The shells we have erected around this quiddity

Cleave to our personality making us self-inflicted captives.

Still we wallow in defeat's sludge

Like Posterity’s hog that muddles

Itself up again in culpable mud.

Countless times, the wind of adversity

Slaps the door in the face of our balls

And all we really do is cringe in humbility.

Unbeknownst to us there is evil in the smog.

We exist in a gateless fortress

As vulnerable as weak-willed men before the seductress.

Akpan

Day 25: Signs of Majesty

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I wait not for what man can give,

I never spared a care anyway.

Cause what a man can give,

A man can take away.

And I will not be relieved

Of the gift I received.

On my two firm feet

I will stand above the elements of defeat.

And conquer a cavalry of conceit.

But in the meanwhile, I will not be subjected by limits.

And until my glory is complete,

My valiant struggles will be replete,

And my prophecies ain’t gon’ deplete.

Thus, I thrive like a seed

Planted by the seven streams.

My tide will neither ebb nor recede.

Instead I will multiply like reed

Beside the Nile till all eyes crave to read

The memories of the myself of me,

And righteously covet my dream.

Cause I intend to exceed

Every single expectation, indefinitely reseed

And ravel out a mystery that’s been prevailing

Before the foundation of the world came to be.

Akpan