Paradox Of Success Poem by Jacklyne chidinma Ahia

Running around circles,
like a hatching chick nestling around its nest,
attempting every idea that floods my mind,
efforts seem hindered.

Friends and foes bloom,
you're withering.
The mockingbird mocks!
They are elevated, they fly high!
What will become of me?

Drifting thoughts into deep realms,
disoriented,
the circle of limits,
frightened by the trail of soldier ants,
they offer stinging bites of despair,
petrified.

'I want to fly'
to navigate wings through life's turbulent winds,
to fly a thousand miles away,
embark on aerial adventures.

I preserve...
Oh, life journey,
some navigate smoothly,
others try to find their bearing.
I envision myself,
as I'm overwhelmed

with the growth of a larva,
hatching to a caterpillar,
shedding its skin as it outgrows
every struggle and trial,
strong enough to transform
to a 'pupa' (Chrysalis) ,
undergoing changes
as life hurdles reorganize
its body into a butterfly.Ready to fly,

I hold onto hope,
maybe tomorrow I will fly.

~jacklyne c ahia