The poet's dilemma
How do I begin,
When all I see is a blur,
Fixated on the blank pages,
Do i stand and roar?
Or cower and drown,
With sealed lips,
Holding tight with a clasp,
Beyond the moment of bondage,
Will I give chance to rage?,
While I watch hope go away,
The visions of utopia,
Creeping through the reflection,
Of a lone memory,
Laid back in the labyrinth of the Amazon,
While the words burn like a flaming candle.
I choose to speak these words,
And kiss goodbye the hailstorm of doubt,
Trumpeting into the night,
The futility of fear,
Drowning in the pool of emancipation,
Against the pits of doubt,
Holding the golden grains,
Against the looming thoughts of despair,
Regardless of the burden I bear,
Let the tempest heed the call of freedom,
At the sea shore will I stand
Echoing into the hollows of desolation,
Admist the horrid nights of a bottled glory.
Salau Abimbola Geraldine
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The Poet's Dilemma
PoetryWriting for me isn't just a hobby.Its about healing.Writing is about passion and telling your story.Each day we are faced with life challenges.The question is do we sulk and give in to trepidation? Or will we rise from pain,grief,depression.
