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Oct 2020
Fear creeping  for the door is open
Now I'm scared of little Monsters in the closet
Nightmares that could make me crawl to mama's bed
No good memories of Halloween
The little hero of myself I had to become
Break walls to get me gold
Some days no strength left to carry the hammer and so just lay to the floor
For I was constrained
Slowly had to build the confidence
Without the help of alcohol or anything stronger
While drenched to the skin and in the cold, couldn't shiver like I had the bearskin
No sweat when closer to the hottest flames
Like I was one step closer to being a man
Beard the lion in his den and not be at anyone's beck and call
Awaken the Hercules that was in somnolence
Tell the truth and make more enemies
Karma is a *****, I didn't cut anyone
But each time, they keep coming after me
I feel my heart beat and that's how I know I'm breathing
Google won't tell the story and so I'll
In the eeriness of the world, I came out strong
Aura of benevolence always embracing me
Like humanity had me in its glove
So nothing and not a blade could pierce through my heart for I was strong
Always ready to fight for my throne
Believed in change and looked forward for the change coming
No treasures for my sight to buy my truth
I kept my voice loud
Made friends that cheered me up to the next step
Made some enemies too
That was a test of my persistence
How far i was willing to go
And It's another year and I'm still standing tall
The rise to the top is always a process
So many walls to break
So many mountains to climb
However, the hard work is always paid off
Wekiya Brian Cyrus
Written by
Wekiya Brian Cyrus  20/M/Uganda
(20/M/Uganda)   
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