
Turbulence world over, war among nations, vendetta amongst Geo-political states,quarell amongst family and friends....heart's peace amiss. Yet hoping upon hope, hanging on prophecies, enduring on will, telescoped on a better day- tomorrow never dies.
All men in their own little world, yet the weight of the world hangs on your shoulder.
Responsibility dealt you by the unfair hands of fate.
Attacking from a point of disadvantage; silver lining in the meal of clouds but no silver spoon to aid scoop. The potter made the clay but the fire thickens you by passing day.
Every tumble, a conquered hurdle, bringing an end to the struggle.
Despite the efforts, sometimes it seems like a circus.
Square peg never fitting into the round hole,
Battered on all sides, in a bid to be inside.
Even though strength fails, hope never fades.
Some band with the wagon, others range alone.
You need the network, and also the focus.
Whichever route you apply, you have one loci.
Some find their path, some create 'em. Some take part, some make pacts
. Whether you pedal or paddle, Pat yourself- on the back, for you are no longer at the back
. You may feel like you are alone, but you are not.
With every conquest, you illuminate the rest.
As you follow success, So also do others look to you for strength.
You look, you leap, you lean, you walk. Metamorphosing outta thy cocoon
. After the dusk, dawn.
It all comes to you now.
Alas, you can now see the light at the tunnel's end.
It all makes sense to you now.
The determination, perseverance, endurance...
All paying off now.
You strap the strapping, gird the girdles, lock on the locks...
Sojourn with bravery.
Aint no stopping you now.
You've made it, you've made it big.
Now you alone can tell your story, Of Grass to Grace.
Necessity has birthed a testimony.
Your background has not kept your back on the ground
. Hope kept alive. Dreams achieved
. Now they know.... Since you have, then we will.
We can look to you and proudly say..... Yes, we can!
#Joseph, #Samuel #Brightlonaire, #Oñýékà, #Eric_Mcdon.
