This poem is not written to console you but to slap you back to reason
Let us pray first
The road to success is not straight
There is a curb called Failure
A loop called Confusion
Speed bumps called Friends
Red lights called Enemies
Caution lights called Family
You will have flat tyre called Jobs
But if you have a spare tyre called Determination ; An engine called Perseverance; insurance called faith and a driver called Jesus
You will make it to a place called Success in Jesus mighty name, Amen.
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Three worlds with
One soul
I live in the unknown world before now
A world that even the fathers before my fathers could not define
A world of space and time
The limitless world of possibilities
I lived in that world for nine months
In the jurisdiction of the placenta
Under the rule of the
Uterus
I was banished from that world
I left that world with pains in my heart
And chains on my
Lips
I still romance myself with the memories of the wonders of that world
Oh!
I remember
I remember vividly
I had no reason to work
No reason to strive
Neither was there a reason to worry about the future
Oh!
What a world
Where emotions were far fetched
A world without thoughts
A world with wondrous growth
A world engulfed with tranquillity and prosperity
Whenever I ponder about that world
I wonder about it agendas
Oh!
Cursed be the day
Cursed be the day
My sentence was passed in the court of the womb
When mercy ran so far away
That my host rained curses upon the initiator of my being
Being uttered out
By the uterus
And flogged for a crime
I know not of
With the aid of the
Umbilical cord
To cuddle me into a new world
A world which welcomed me
With a tap to hear me cry as a welcome note of speech
Oh!
Now
I hear yet of another world to be journeyed into when the breath of this one forsakes me
A world centred on the choices and actions I made in the previous world
A world believed to be supreme
A world with a supreme being to
Judge me based on
The level of the purity
My heart had attained
A world unseen yet believed to be
Because it has always been before the being of any being
And
Believed of being the ultimate source of the existence of other worlds
A world of eternity
A world with a prison for the wicked souls
Govern by a master of ruthlessness
A master who has attained degrees in the
School of cruelty
A master whose
Home is built on and of fire yet unquenchable
Here I stand
Told of freewill
Yet compelled to decide the end point of my existence.
Have you ever stopped for a second to ask yourself where you come from? Like what that world of emptiness was like. How your life was over there. This poem is drafted to arrest those thoughts. Most of all, capture the uncertainties of life and the judgement that comes when dead takes us to another world.
The poem aptly harmonizes the curiosity housed by humanity and how to best live a worthy life on earth. It also points to the fact that regardless of how you live your life on earth; you are either a candid of hell or heaven. Hence, whichever world you choose to embrace is entirely up to you.
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To achieve success we have to face different kind of hurdles. You explained nicely in your poem. Life is not roses bed. We lose beloved one and apart from beloved family these circumstances are not so easy to face. I live in hostel i know how i miss and have circumstances no doubt, success comes after a lot of scartifices.