The Daily Grind
Can be tasking,
Sucking all life out of a weary soul,
Leaving only the residue of a paper thin existence,
Dry, lifeless and soulless.
Many walk around,
I see them, not a smile nor a dimple remains,
Cares and fears have choked out the tiny seeds of hope,
Forlorn, they bear the weight of burdens unshared,
For the glimpse into their soul – which they shared did not comfort bring,
Rather, mockery and shame from hitherto called friends.
No more trusting,
Once; more than was bearable, bitten,
So like zombies they trudge daily,
Rushing to meet some long forgotten ideal,
Forgotten in the grind of failed hopes and dreams.
But, like a dry stump,
There is hope – if only life giving moisture be found,
A life giving smile,
Touch or even a miracle of a revived dream,
Then life springs forth anew,
And from corpses of old,
Rises another- a phoenix is born.
It matters not how many times t he daily grind kills,
Each day is another opporunity for life,
For hope and a better existence.
Go and LIVE daily.
Abimbola Onaoluwa. 2016
For several days I could not publish from my netbook as it would not even save a draft. So, Valentine day passed with me unable to post the poem I had pencilled for the day. But, I have learnt to take it all with a smile and move ahead with other tasks. In the long run, that attitude is a lifesaver.
Life is challenging, truly- but whatever you do, always smile and reestablish the origins of your hopes and aspirations- beat new paths and keep flourishing. I love you.