My Dreams - Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi
allies or foes?
try my might, fists pumped high, that they best me not
but worthy adversaries they remain
they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch 'em lest they break
winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up
phewx! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
occasionally we mesh ideas, and there's cause for celebration
sometimes they betray everything I hold dear by rejecting reason
'We dreams have to become reality, it is just within our nature' they insist
so I pursue often senseless pursuits to fill that void that looks only to please the soul
A worthy cause I might add.
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