Reaching The Sky Poem by adedayo michael

Reaching
the sky could
be difficult
Yet harder it
is when you
want
Your hands
glued to the sky.

We paddle
through the
waters of life
Deep, wide
and frightening
The waters
look dreadful.

Slowly we
paddle
Like a canoe
paddler afraid
of death
We got
entangled deep
in the deep
No where to
run to
No one to
turn to...
We got to
move on...

The winds
blew
The storms
stormed hard
But we got
to stay strong
As a wall
waiting for fire
We need to
keep our feet
still.

To reach the
sky
We need to
paddle easy
but fast
We need
focus and not
distraction
From
friends and
enemies alike
We need to
crawl, fly, swim
Or even we
can run
And wait for
no one, not
even an
umpire.