Still In The Air Poem by Allen Batinoluho

Early in the morning the day begins,
wonderfully we are still where we slept last night,
In the same argony that ensnared us yesterday,
In the same pain that we thought would end after we wake up,
In the same Afflictions that made our yesterday long.

Deep in our innerselves comes a greater sound,
A sound that needs concentration to hear and understand,
A sound that is mixed with frustrations and hope,
Frastruations because it makes us remember the hurdles of yesterday jeopardizing our journey that by our mere calculations is still long,
Hope because it tells us to persevere till the end.

the second sound speaks better in real men, but the first sound sounds better to those who easily quit,
it's ours to choose the best packages for ourselves,
Because at the end it's you against the world,

Still in air the second voice speaks,
the second voice speaks to encourage,
the second voice speaks to insist us to torelate,
To torelate storms, warmth and coldness in air,
it speaks to make us remember that nothing stays forever,
it speaks to make us remember that tough times never last but tough people do.

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