No chance and no guide
Straddling a frying hell for my paradise
Fear has been my instructor
Feeding the inner laceration into a rupture
Still I seek to be complete
And grapple with the conundrum that is my destiny;
To lay pursuit, to prepossess it, to protect it
With every impulse and rhythm of my individuality
I’d gladly have at it once again
If I should stray or find I have failed.
Life has cut me with the edge of a sword
Like the betrayal of a close companion.
But if it takes my breath away
I intend to hunt down that purpose astray
And drag it screaming and kicking, back to its base
Give it the magnificence of the sunrise at dawn.
For I will neither back down nor give up
Until my triumphant destiny wheels thru
Like the connoisseur of a life that stands for all that’s true.
A life that is mine,
Complete and genuinely grounded walking on sunshine.
Akpan
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