Day 28: Flawed Release

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I had reasons for doing the things I did.

I didn’t know it then but now I see

Sometimes, things happen to unlock mysteries.

Often the flaws that trip us bring us release.

I had to keep going I could not quit

By any means necessary, I pulled thro.

But what is this lump I feel in my throat?

Is it a symptom of guilt or plain bull?

Should I ride my backtrail in slow mo?

I had ideas that could make the world roll.

But I had no means I lacked resources.

So I got creative and hit the road.

I struck a deal with fate but nemesis

Had issues with my methods and ethics.

I didn’t know what I know now back when.

I wonder if it would have made any difference.

Akpan

Day 28: Details

Pictures of gruesome misery

Mark our times

We all ordained under this ministry.

Its captives within our soulish confines.

Terrorism, violence, kidnappings,

And over-indulgent embezzling

At the highest offices

Without details suffices.

Rust-rampage ravages our economy

Like a fully-ripened corn field.

Limp-limbed and hapless

We ya’ll wind-tossed and helpless.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 28

Day 28: Accidentally Bossy

Daydreaming on your way to work, you get into a car accident. Frustrated because you will be late for an important meeting, you curse and yell as you get out of the car. When you go to confront the other driver, you find out it is your boss. Write this scene.

—WritersDigest.Com

Word Count: 1,000+

Eneh Akpan,
June 30th, 2014

Day 28: Rived

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Half the chance

That's all I have in this circumstance

I am torn to splinters by the unfortunate drama

But all I do is nod to it like the agama

Cornered by trauma

Like a nail I get hammered

I heard of bitter-sweet experiences

I got a ton of the bitter

But the sweet is lost to my fantasies

I came from the gutter

I ought to be used to stuff like this I garner

I can't see nothing but trouble

I can't break free cause my struggle

Got me trapped in a glass bubble

I arise only to get stumped like a stubble

With every inch of progress I risk popping

Could somebody please tell me something

How do I strive

When I am consistently deprived?

Bruh, all this commotion got my faculty totally rived.

Akpan

Day 28: Somebodyness

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I am at a point in my life where something needs to click for me.

I reckon since I’m stuck in this game, it’s time I define who I be.

Haste is not the point at the moment; I am in no hurry.

Though, time has become quite the care; I’m trapped in its workings

Like a sparrow in a cage.

I must take faith’s leap; I’ve arrived at the decisive stage,

Or sink into a calamitous river of ruin.

But first, I gatto learn to brave the ever-shifting wind of doctrine

Before they retrieve my bones six feet from under the Sahara’s dune.

This level marks a new beginning for the individual within;

I gatto find the one thing that will work but just for me.

Then, gladly plunge my soul into it.

If tomorrow takes forever in coming,

I’ll throw off the past, strap on my gear, and get the present going.

I would rather not entertain static and introduce the agony of rut into my years.

I hear the summons of purpose come thru crystal clear

I’m achieving everything I’m called to be, I feel I’m almost there.

Deeply in earnest, I am persuaded to declare:

I will allow no silly thing alter the chosen course of my rising

Until my destiny is complete.

I pursue a cause to get my life on point.

I cling to my karma like one would grasp at a principle.

In a time when all the functions are out of joint

Regardless of the sad hellos and sweet adieus in bogus chronicles

I present myself equal to the task and with every trampling, I rise.

I set the sun ablaze with the radiance of my aura, I’m beyond compromise.

Complete like a set of Divinity’s tools, I remain effectively unshakeable.

Predestined to a point I just can’t lose. It’s irrevocable.

But am I asking too much to be abandoned to my destiny?

Does it come across as an element of mutiny cause I seek the accomplished life?

Each time I ride the lonely path, how come I seem to inspire multiplied strife?

I’m just trying to play my part while constructing that unique personality

I’ve come to acknowledge as the real me in an endless sea of humanity.

I’m practically walking thru walls defying impossibility

But compromise seems to be the rule of the majority.

I asked to be left alone and you gave me a name.

Yet, you just can’t see me trudging thru on my own and that’s a shame.

Cause no human can perform the least instruction in the book of my destiny

Surely, not I, if I renounced my identity.

And here’s something all this rush has taught me to never forget:

And that’s besides glorying in the faith that looks thru death,

On the road to somebodyness the keyword is respect.

Akpan