Pascal Umekwe

Wind-Child Or Fire-Child - Poem by Pascal Umekwe

I have walked through hills and valleys
I have walked from peaks as tough as 6am risings
As steep as 7pm worry calls from home
Now in the gutter of time I look around
Drunk with time
My body lethargic with tasklessness
Around me lie corpses of slain tasks
Conquered deadlines, loose ribbons that my racing sliced in two
I sit in the old piteous sickness of conquest begging for a new feat
For I have become like them all
A people full of action, thinking only while at top speed
And to find new lands to conquer I must choose
To be the wind-child or fire-child
The bliss of peace or the burden of passion
To sail with the moment and trust my heart upon the whimsical wisdom of the wind
Or to bear the embers of passion in my heart
And be scalded by thoughts of defeat and victory as I hack uncertain paths for my feet
And fight the foggy future with flimsy swords -those tiny glimmers of hope.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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