When I started this prose n poetry blog I thought it would be all easy,but now I see all thee weird terminologies as am posting and i feel like a small fish in a huge pond.All the same,tryn never hurt no blogger.
My 1st piece is called HERE IAM.I derived it from when people r hiding under water n the only way to breathe is thru a reed stuck in their mouth.Sometimes in life we do get in such uncomfortable situations of barely gettin by.N what happens if that reed-the thing u r clingin on to 4 life is broken or withdrawn…enjoy.
HERE IAM,a broken reed,Tryin to breath underwater.And Iam failing miserably,no matter what I try it’s all the same,I fail again,I don’t feel sane.It’s not the shame I fear,it’s the lack of will to move to second gear.
Year after year,people gettin ere,Livin eir dreams n am still drowning here.
So who shall sustain me?Who shall be my Oxygen when Im gasping for just a little sanity.
HERE IAM my Potter,Am already broken so the job shuld be easy.Make me into something with just a hint of you,Coz right now am just a disfiguration singing you psalms.Broken but unbowed,yes,HERE IAM.
