Zandi Wardle (South Africa)
I fell but I am rising
Flashes blink bright as they flicker against my eyes,
It’s like an illusion that is meant to intentionally illustrate something
My vision Is almost unclear,
To me…It feels like a warning… oh well, I fell but I am rising.
I fell hard on this dusted ground with gravel stones that poked me,
As I stained myself and wore dirt that ‘’could’’ get cleaned.
Bruised, hurt, drained, well all I needed was courage…
I desperately longed for that boost coz it isn’t easy to rise when you’ve fallen hard.
Eish! ! Yes others exclaimed!
But the inner, me held on to a good sign,
A beat that pumped in my heart while my enthusiastic nature of brain released solid ideas that made me want to get a move on.
You see a few humps could hurt me, but I knew it wasn’t over,
I saw this as a setback that would automatically pave way for me to escalate into higher dimension.
Others moved ahead of me,
Others giggled along flagging a blunt expression of their heartlessness.
But deep in that inner, yet silent voice I said:
Better not rejoice as yet for it can never be over before the most High, my Creator says it’s over.
How did I end up here, I recalled…
When things moved smoothly I was surrounded by a bunch of hypocrites, whom I thought were good people,
They all stung on me comfortably like bees in their hive,
Yet when I was down, my surrounding was clear.
Not a new thing, I thought… but this time…
That sudden heavy heart ache persisted,
I felt like I needed a cooler from the heat that boiled from within releasing a pool of sweat,
Felt like shutting my ears as I couldn’t ignore the blabber behind my back that was ‘all about my downfall’. Hmmmm
It’s ok… I consoled,
Because staying down and feeling sorry for myself would never wipe away reality.
So … Baby steps, yes I moved like a tortes, almost like a hard shell covered me because my mission was for my victory to strike like a heat ball so they wouldn’t know it’s coming.
As I got closer…
I switched to full speed, as I hit like a volcano with no signal,
With clear intensions,
I was reclaiming my possessions! , I stood up and became what I was meant to be,
A winner! Yep, after miles and miles of bumpy roads,
I victoriously made my end.
You see…It had to start with me,
With the limited options I had, I decided to do me! ! !
I didn’t moan about life and the constant occurring of the unexpected because this unforgettable journey swung me to a wide road to discovery,
And guess what I found? :
In this life there’s Me, Me and Me.
And all I’ll ever battle with is Me.
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