Unbroken Poem by Uche Nwanze

Never say die is his mantra, unwavering, unbroken, unmoved.
Bruised, a cog in his wheel eyes still fixed on the prize. Nothing will stand in his way.
Boisterous and ferocious storms, he fights his fiery fears.
Weary spines and waning bones, yet stands with the courage of the lion.
Tired limbs, he is been down that road a thousand times.
Fire and fury in his breath, no hurricane can consume him.
Iron bars and giant walls, they will never hold him back.
Sturdy arms, no walls strong enough to stand in his way.
A wreck, cranky clutches, still reaching for the stars. No mountain tall for him.
Dark clouds, raring to go with wings navigating the highest mountains.
Blurred eyes and icebergs, his sights set on the sky like the Eagle.
Gagged and hoarse his mouth, he will scream to the high heavens.
Tide and turbulence never a cog in his paths.
Undaunted, the chair can't hold him down.
Broken his feet, his spirits will never be broken.
Impossible a word never found in his guts.