Waiting To Move Poem by Kudakwashe Roak Mutama
Waiting To Move
I cannot wait to move from this desert
I have been here for a long time now
And all the water I had is finished
But my mission is not yet accomplished
Because I have not yet reached
The tropical rain forest, which is my destiny
There, I know everything is green
Though I’m still living in the desert
I am not going to let the desert live in me
I’m going to fight just like they told me
This is where I come from not where I belong
I’m now used to living without water
But it’s not going to last any longer
Because I’m not letting the desert rule my destiny
The exhaustion I have tells me that I’m getting closer
And I can’t wait to put my feet in water
Though the soil I’m running on is hot
I don’t want to be like a scapegoat
That lives alone in the desert, struggling
So I’m not going to stop running
Because living in the desert is not my destiny
Thats right! You make your destiny! Flows with determination! :)
Though I’m still living in the desert / I am not going to let the desert live in me POET, you have got thousand votes from me and by my heart I vote you so much A total poem you have written with a discipline of thought to penetrate the readers heart directly. Please poet, you should be a bit active to invite the other poet-readers to your page, its another type of cultivating human soul towards a right direction of humanity. Splendid, never allow desert to live within your soul. Run long....long....write more......more...... Regards, 10++++++ Apoet Bangla
another great poem i love your poems keep writing and never give up love ya xoxoxo ellie
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5/2/2024 7:26:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A vivid write. Loved the imagery you portrayed through your pen. Could feel the soul of the poem! ; D