Am Alive Poem by Hesbon Nyamweya

Many times i seems mute but inwardly prate...
About many misery and few pleasant state...
I have scuttled across the floors of silent seas...
To the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems...
But I have bitten off the storms to thrive...
With many smiles knowing I am alive.

In a thirsty air when I wither in fright...
My feeble spirit hung in discontented plight...
When my soul become a scorn of many sight...
And my shriveled heart thirst for light...
I fight for a new age to bud again...
And now am alive as I smell dew and rain.

My fame streamed down from a prodigious pace...
My glory scuttled like clouds falling off the race...
When my life moves like a battered old dream...
And future seems bleak with faded gleam...
I grasp my virtue and strength like a barnacle...
For being alive is a bounty harvest of miracle...

I have vanished in nothingness of scorn and noise...
Until hope strangle my tired voice...
My heart aches and drowsy numbness pains...
Tears harken despair from eye-fountains...
Like a hawk, I shed my beak to thrive again...
And crest my valor for I am alive.

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