The Path To Crowns Poem by Babatunde Esho

My rear is lined with battles won,
I sigh of relief, and face another one.
Within dwells a warring duo,
Faith and fear, tugging to and fro

There I stood, frozen and still,
Facing an enemy posed as a hill.
Nudging my foot, to gain a stride.
Aswhines of fear, are pushed aside.

Steeling my mind, with weapons of words-
The affirmations of faith, also called swords,
Chiselling through this mountain's span,
That binds the troubles common to man.

With strides now unhindered,
Emboldened by faith, that never withers,
I charge on, to the other side,
Where victory and crowns always abide.