Straight Path - Poem by Darwin Kiong
On the journey I walk is straight.
Ahead leads to light, gold and fate.
Very consistent with my pace,
Till I tripped on a stone in place.
My foot got hurt hitting the rock,
So I stayed and assessed my luck.
My toes were red, swelling and sore,
While the stone remained at the core.
Agonized to tears if I may,
But then again let me say,
That a man's heart won't ever cry,
Until its broken; that is why.
Forget the foot, I found something!
Myself amazed at the sighting.
In the field of grass and flowers,
There I went to near the tower.
Despite the pain, I strived to march,
The noon sun blazed and I got parched.
I became numb and short of breath,
Shivering, thirsty, fearing death!
Eyes shut with the mind blank and clear,
Ears pierced with ― what is this I hear?
An angel's voice singing in echo,
With words of love sung in secco.
Oh, I prayed to the Lord for strength,
For the road ahead is of length!
My faith is whole and I can see,
God will never abandon me.
He who loves and sees all my pain,
Gives water to drink as it rains.
After resting and thanking thy Savior,
My body regained its vigor.
I stood erect facing the North,
Towards the tower, I marched forth.
Here and there was the grassy land,
Till I reached the tower to brand.
There standing in front of the stage,
Is a tower that endured age,
And abandoned though it has been,
Its magnificence is still seen.
In its presence, I was at awe;
Compared to me that's full of flaw.
I am a person that had sinned,
And lesser than dust in the wind.
My friends had left me forsaken,
And my lover had been taken.
Why does life have to be like that!
So I planned to fulfill the path.
Forgive me for I will stumble,
Even when I give my all.
I had been a person full of dreams;
Never thought that I had to scream,
For little more than attention,
For you to see my intention.
Allow me to clear my conscience,
And do away with my nonsense,
To do all the impossible,
To change the world so terrible;
Do this like a striking thunder,
And I shall never surrender.
On top of the tower I went,
Having my shaky legs bent.
I saw the world so very clear,
And there is no question, my dear;
The weight of burden that roars,
Will be lifted on the path I soar.
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