brian musonda


Growing Up Part Iii - Poem by brian musonda

Growing up with huge expectations and dreams that I tried so much to hold on to.........but they just faded away..........dark days seemed like normal days and normal days like mythical fantasies........had to go in with both hands for that little slice......been through life's lowest really knew how to share that little slice......put it on the table and shared it with my siblings.......told them to hold on that seedling turns into a tree......hard to be there for everyone of them cause I really knew the feeling of having no one there for me............every one of them believed in me began motivating mountains at a very young age...........had to tell them about the clear skies and sunny days even though I had seen none of them..........told them to keep walking despite the snakes and the cold days we faced.....shouted carry on even when the street lights where off......told them to carry on until we find the light.......until then we had to hold on to the glimpses of light we had seen....until we found the gold had to hold to glitter we had.........told them if we did not find a thing we were looking for had to get our sinking ship back to the shore and start all over again until we had it right.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013


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