A beckoning


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1. A beckoning

 

A distant voice calls out to me..

Luring me to its dulcet sound…

I find myself moving in closer…

Being drawn by the faceless charm…

I know not where I head…

My feet etched wid wounds dat I ignore…

All I dream is reaching that far…

The silence engulfing my power…

With little prowess do I advance…

Oblivious to what I may find…

For happiness has got the best of me…

Not pondering on the hurdles as I lead…

I walk through the darkness and through the storm…

The tempest dampens them all…

Leaving my spirit unscathed as I traipse and fall…

A voice inside me pleads to stop…

To look back, deliberate and ease my thought…

To wander not,beyond what my caliber could sustain…

But stubborn as I am, I turn a deaf year and walk in vain…

As It draws closer I feel an itch…

Whether would I feel pinnacle or land beneath…

How would I handle the victory post the laborious task…

Or would I succumb to sheer melancholy if my aspiration wouldn’t last…

Amidst all that chaos I fail to perceive…

That my journey would be the most priced possession that would ever be…

The goal would only then matter a moment…

But what would blind me with bliss…

Are the fruits of my uphill struggle…

That would last an eternity…

And thus apprehension is what I overcame…

Facing it with my head held upright…

Lost in the tranquility as I traversed that far…

I never looked back wid an ounce of fear in my eye…

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