Listening to the rhythms and beats
And I realized that there are times I don’t hear!
Those times I’m merely there, but hardly about life care!
Same way the heart trumps and beats,
Yet the meaning to life, I’ve lost and can’t understand!
Why so much sound, colors, movements, yet my world still it stands!
It is not light that beckons thus,
But an unseen force which slowly sucks out desire.
Threatening to engulf beauty with its’ dark and quench fires!
It is almost silent, but it flickers.
A strand to hold, a jot of light, a grain of hope.
A seeker’s find, a treasure mine, a WORD, a hug and I cope!
@imanikel 26072020 Frances Kelvin Otung
I got up and had this conversation with myself, as I empathized with an unseen unknown person caught up in the place between the valley and the mountain…a place of uncertainty and despair, surrounded by people who throw words from vocabulary they have never experienced and I imagined the person pretending to ‘accept’ what was said “Just so you leave me alone”. The sympathizer leaves feeling fulfilled and the questions flow unending in the other’s mind and I asked ‘How dare you?’
But then again, this is a fight of faith, to steal the flicker of light that gives us hope in despair. It’s a battle and one you must win. So whilst you ask the question, be reassured of the answer, there is light at the end of the tunnel no matter how dim it is.
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