WHAT I'M ( Poem )

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 Poem 


WHAT I AM 

I am...


What the day brings,

lies on the creator.

What position it places 

me, I remain, toiling to

attain greatness.


In the dusk, the sun sets,

all settles, waiting on

time which lies on the

creator.


At dawn, the sun rises as

the living creatures

convene, singing praises

to the creator. Of course

they know what they are.


In a quick glance of me, 

Some consider me as

futile, yet I remain

tenacious, knowing that

Yes what I am lies in me.


In deep slumber,

I got incited.

In my weakness, 

I stirred up.

Engrossed in the rising

sun, I hope to rise one

day.


© Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu

    28/11/21

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