Nothing Much Left Of Me Poem by Gerald Opio

Through the valleys,
I walk...
its darkness threatens me not,
because life has suckled me bone-dry.
Trials and tribulations infest my path, with no room to breathe.
Adversaries that recur make my feet tremulous, but not anymore.
Life has invigorated my fighting zeal, just like an arrow is honed through a furnace, exuding an igneous appearance.
Calamity invokes the warrior in me, life has casted out all my fears.
Nothing much is left of me, except the undying spirit to fight,
face life head on, counteract all its eventualities, circumstances and catastrophic events. For it's challenges are what life is; for without them, life would be meaningless as one who only invests in pleasures other than wisdom. Not knowing that;
Pleasure is ephemeral but wisdom is eternal.