The Cross I Bear Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

I STARTED
WITH STEP SO FAST AND ASSURED,
A TREK FOR LIFE
A TREK FOR SURVIVAL
ARMED WITH "PAPERS" AND CONFIDENCE.
EVERY CORNER I TURNED
EVERY PLACE I VISITED
THE STORY IS THE SAME
NO VACANCY PLEASE OR MILDER;
WE SHALL CONTACT YOU SOON.

I GROPE ON,
DAY BY DAY I STUMBLE
ON THE ROCKY FLOORS OF OFFICES
WITH HOPE THAT HAD DIED
RESURRECTED TIME IMMEMORABLE
I MOVE ABOUT, A GHOST,
WITH LEG TOO WORRIED FOR CARES
WITH BODY TIRED BUT NOT RETIRED.
THE GHOST IS EVERYWHERE
DANCING TO THE SAME RHYTHM
NEVER LEAVES THIS REALM
YET IN ANOTHER WORLD
HANGS ON SPIDER'S THREAD OF HOPE
SEEKING WHAT HAD BEEN SHARED
LONG BEFORE HE STARTED DREAMING.