The Journey Poem by DianneLee Ferguson
The Journey
I think continually
I was heading south
and finally
I rise
I rise
From such demise
Never knew I had it in me
I toiled
soiled
and foiled
the master whose whip
I outlasted
On this sorrowful trip
The Blasted!
But I knew one day my chance would come
No more to these lashes I will succomb
But I stayed, patiently I waited
For the day has come
I am emancipated.
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5/8/2024 1:06:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice, mind refreshing poem! Very much reassuring to a hopeless mind.