Time For A Revolution

Why me?

So far from me

Oh no!

I need to run

Flee and disappear

Never to reappear

No more insight

An unapologetic flight

My fears

My tears

My worries

They seem to be consuming the better part of me

I shall sail!

I shall flee!

I wail

I cry

Yet I feel no tear drop

My throat remains dry

I croak

I feel pain

I wish for the rain

I wish to taste cool aqua

To wet my dry tongue

To wash away my pain

I will try

I will stay put

I contemplate

And then I feel the rain

It gently washes away the pain

I gasp

I moan

I can taste the refreshing liquid

I roll my dry tongue

I savour its chill

I clench my fist and fall on my knees

In the puddle I kneel

 I scream!

“My weary being be healed!”

So refreshing

So good

This must be the right choice

A choice to make things right

Erase the thoughts of flight

Fix my present

And create a future so bright

The wetness around me causes a rush of inspiration

This downpour…so sweet and arousing

I yield!

No more escape

I’ll face the challenge

No more questions why

No more plot for revenge

No more self-pity

It is time

Time to make a change

My life I would rearrange

This is my resolution

It is time for a revolution

By Sylvia Chika

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