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Monday, April 7, 2014

Day 7: Rise!


Got the images off stumbleupon.com
(probably, linked to parentpalace.com) then improvised.
Today, I celebrate five years of writing for the internet. An adventure which began on Writing.Com in 2009 and has been sustained till this day (5 years on) fueled by my passion to succeed as a writer. Here’s a happy internet anniversary to me!


Stop looking back over your shoulder
You ain’t situated under that boulder
Because you rise.

It only takes so much
To perceive the touch of an achiever
You ain’t nothing but a born winner
Guess the responsibilities only multiply
Because you rise.

You encounter the cutthroat winds
At the summit of the mountain
So match a fierce devotion to rock-solid spirit
And adjust your sail
Because you rise.

Yes, you’ll meet wolves in sheep clothing
That bleed men’s soul to dehydrating
Don’t give ‘em credit, don’t fret and fuss
They detest your potential of a trampled dust
Because you rise.

You are alien to the majority
When you set your heart on the astonishing.
So don’t get yourself all worked up
These only hate on your gumption
Because you rise.

Stand and fight
Keep your dream alive.
And wipe those tears off your eyes
They’ll always try to cut you with their lies
Because you rise
                You rise
                       Rise.


Akpan


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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Lil' Bit of Hope

            
            With a lil’ bit of hope
            I’ll sail a battered ship home;
            I’ll pull a VLCC to the shore;
            And explore the earth to the very core.

            Even if the circumstance roars at me
            Like a wild beast,
            Lashing out with the claws of defeat,
            I will snatch the substance of triumph
            Like a shepherd fetching lost sheep
            From the den of a stoned lion.
           
            I have molded and forged decision
            Working at it with a surgeon’s precision.
           
            As inevitable as a true prophecy;
            I pursue my course on unalloyed jealousy.
            ‘Cause in these times
            It’s impossible for me to fail;
            At the height of my tides
            It’s luxury to be frail.
           
            I can almost touch inspiration
            As it washes over me like an unction;
            Stripped to the barest minimum
            Makes me enough.
           
            Akpan



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