At The Point Of Giving Up Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

At The Point Of Giving Up



When all bad is falling on you.
and you are at the center
of all the dirt and rubble,
that falls like bubbles
all over your shoulders
breaking your neck and knees,
whilst bruising your knuckles
and piercing you palms.

When you are hanging
from a sharp-peak-hill
soon to fall into
the enormous ocean below.
Where,
you will become shark's pickle.
You hold on tight to
that ripping shrub
that has beneath it red ants,
which are eagerly biting on
your wrists and armpits.

When
you have kicked and kicked,
screamed and screamed,
but sadly the curtain
of darkness is never unveiled.

At the point of throwing in the towel
When life has no meaning anymore
When real matters
do not matter no more
When you have seen all,
taken all and walked
till life you don't wish to live no more.
You have pressed on
till you can't push on anymore.

When the aggressive
and fierce poverty
had you hungry, writing
and reciting adversity poetry
Because,
you couldn't afford a piece of poultry,
to put on the purple plate of pottery.


At the point of giving up
When today boasted today's sorrow,
that tomorrow
you will still have to borrow.
When everything that moved
you had to follow,
even the boomerang that
you thought was an arrow,
but then later came back
and hit you squarely in your marrow.

Where sunshine is just a wish and
darkness is always an achievement.
Where sudden predicaments are inevitable
Where the practice of building philosophy
Is a vicious catastrophe,
written with an apostrophe.

When precious is lousy.
When you are alert,
but you feel drowsy.
When the only warmth you have is frost.
When hope, love and trust is lost.
When pitiful smiles will only
add poignancy to the equation.

At the point of giving up is
Where I draw my strength
and forget my weaknesses.
Where I do no throw in
the towel of failure,
but hold it tight in my weary hand
to later dry the sweat of success.

When people boast about their failed
none persistent success endeavors
that left them helpless and vulnerable,
that is where I modestly swing
my accomplishment T-shirt,
to say I've been there and got it.

At the point of giving up
is where I looked up,
grabbed the bull by the horns
and killed it.

At the point of giving up
Where I removed the IV
and replaced with an O
And ended up
at the point of going up.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: motivation
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Mazwi Sedibe

Mazwi Sedibe

Mpumalanga, South Africa
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