I could have my sadness engraved on this piece of paper but what good would all of that bring?
I could tell you about my triumphs too but what good is a temporal smile?
So today, I distinctly pen my thoughts.
You see the last 12 months tutored me in knowing that God's plan is something I have to go through but patiently.
That even with these emotional scars,
my prime aim lingered on assembling this odd side of me;
one that now sees past the surface of certain things.
That amidst the adversity;
I was meant to lead
and that time is something to consume wisely
- because your next 5 minutes on earth are not guaranteed.
That there is a need to always stand out and so I had to work on myself by building that strong moral compass;
recalling how easy it was for me to play the victim every time things went south.
I learnt how not to be fooled by people's excitement for any of my advancements,
and never was I moved by any applause I got for thriving amongst the best.
Instead, I mastered the art of being alone,
away from the rest;
like in solitary confinement.
The past 365 days revealed why I need to start anew,
-because what good is pulling the trigger to defend those that won't even take a bullet for you?
Life! I had to change my outlook on that too,
from living a day at a time to how the decisions made today have a bearing on how the future looks like.
#finishingstrong
#bk
#2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem