The Lone Ranger Of The Desert Poem by Emeka GOC

The Lone Ranger of the Desert
The Lion Of The Desert

I have seen it all.
I survived it all.
The moments and changes
That has altered my life forever
I will never be the same again
Never again

I lost everything and must start anew.
Seven times I fell, and seven times I rose,
Dusting the dirt from my buttocks and clothes
I polished my spirit and restored my pride;
Still in needing a massive amount of Ego

Next thing is the strength to stand still, to stand tall.
I have witnessed the harmattan, winter and autumn
Cherished spring and heat-waves summers
I have experience spectrums of emotions
And fought the deep dark lonely wars

The take stock of how I feel
For a righteous may fall seven times and rise again,
But the wicked stumble in time of disaster
I lost my mother, my praying mother.
She was my personal prophet,
Leading intercessions for all her children,
Even booking Mass for our souls

And what of my famous father, my iconic chief
I lost my dad while I was far away,
Working high up on a roof to secure their future
I received the call that broke my heart
The patriarch, my anchor, my moral backbone
Gone as suddenly as a change in the weather

Now, I know exactly what it feels, an orphan.
I was betrayed by the one I loved,
The very person I pulled out of the debris.
They became the one plotting my demise
Betrayed again by those who claimed to care
The moment I relied on them, they pulled the plug

Abandoned by the ones I trusted most
Despicable disappointment that shattered my faith
My heart has been broken a thousand times,
Crushed even by my ultimate crush
My kindness was mistaken for weakness
Plied with my vulnerability turned as if it's my sweetness

But I finally realized that no one is coming to save me
I recognize how lonely it feels in a crowded room.
I understand how cold life can be,
Even in the hot summer sun
I have watched a lifetime of savings vanish
It's a blister, in a blink of an eye.
Now that I know I must save myself,
I am stronger on my own
I am no longer lonely in the crowd

I am a legend, the lone ranger in the desert.
Have experienced the dry, dusty, still cool like a wind
I am the only Lion in vast desert
Failure and stumbling natural phenomenon

Truth, truly masters' supernatural grace
Takes them back up every single time
Yes the grace,
The unmerited grace