The Inner Vault Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

THE INNER VAULT

I took a vow never to look back
promised myself never to lend an eye
to the vanishing treasures of the world
the desires of love, endless passion and material things
that forms a fog beyond my vision.

I swore to my knees, never to breakdown again
and beg for respect but in humility earn both power and respect
to quench desires beyond, that which the world could quench

Hopes of reincarnation to the greener land
still linger as I crash with ungratefulness
for this current life that I am offered
but i still hope and trust for one day
I'll reach the inner vault and open the door
doors to treasures beyond the material.

The locks to the Inner Vault are rigid
but still the inner vault remains the only safety
custodians to treasures
treasures that defy greed, ethnicity and lack of love

The vault that stores the hopes and aspirations
the dreams of brighter days of rain and plenty
The inner vaults also holds heritage bestowed upon history
by men of strong will and women of great adoration
and children with ample dreams
Beside the inner vault, I stand waiting.