I Won’t give up

With my tarsals hitting
The rails of the white snow
In the summer travel

And my blood
Smearing the head
Of the running stream

I set my eyes
On the mountain
Buried in the eyes of the mist

I won’t give up my cap
Despite the heavy sun of fear
Cooling my breath
And the drooling wind
Calming my nerves
At the drop of my weakened body

With the world
I depart my beards
Hurrying steadingly to finish my feat

My heart would live to tell the days
My pulse would beat to cheer the months
As I pass the eyes of hope
To mark my feet

With my legs
I count the stairs
My fingers
I pick the holes

I dare not give in
Even if it would catch my death
To awake at the end

I won’t give up
For the height is my stay
Where those that ate
The heavy struggles of life
Abound their rest

I won’t give up

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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