He Believes in His Tomorrow
He’s not ready to bow out
The noise crescendos across the mountain range,
Echo percussions singing the airway,
His head raises as his ears pick up the notes,
Understanding the essence of what it will say.
**
The masses are on the move, heading north,
Searching for the wisdom of his ancestors,
Saleable goods up for the taking,
Why is it that he’s one of the few protesters?
**
His heart sinks at the meaning of those distant echoes,
The herd is traipsing in his general direction,
He believed he was safe from retrospection,
Which he discovered after forewarning of his objection.
**
He packs his camp, ready for travel,
He has no intentions of letting his tribe find him stagnant,
Riding with the wind will thwart their efforts,
Building different scenarios within his mind, choosing an enactment.
**
His inner strength wards him of heart-wrenching regret,
Knowing family is riding in his direction, although they’ve turned foe,
Discarding his wayward emotions, he looks to the south,
Determining the best direction in which he will go.
**
Shivers ride his spine in premonition,
And he has to wonder if it’s his day to die,
Will he be forewarned just prior to the eventuality,
Or, will his life be expelled within a final sigh?
**
He pushes his mortality from the equation,
Leaving that for the universe to decide,
His due is to gain traction and speed,
And work on his best ability to ride.
**
He’s off and running, ahead by a mile,
Although he can feel their eyes drilling a hole in his back,
Wishing his downfall was defined by precision,
Shouted loudly by the resounding leader of the pack.
**
He smiles silently as he feels the sunlight warm his descent,
And quietly whispers to the wind to send back his warning,
“I’ll ramshackle the afterlife, birthing your greatest fear,
Tying all to my bondage, lost within your mourning.”
**
Once his threat has been released, he raises his head and waves his goodbye,
Taking charge of his future tomorrow with gritted teeth,
His race has not been run, it’s not the end of his line,
No, he’s no quitter, much to their disbelief.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (2)
This was so empowering! Happy for him! Awesome poem my friend!
Ah, to have that kind of determination & drive. But I'm feeling sleepy.