Journey

Something above me
is watching
My every moves
Following my heart with
his footsteps in the dark
Giving me a reason to run without
looking back
Maketh my foots become stronger as
the wave of the sea
And my heart alart each time I stop breathing
Maketh hand's so flexible with a ink stick
Wrapped over some scrolls
Incase I loose it,
I will paint a image of my journey
on the pages of a scroll
As everyone is watching except me.

by Timon Chibuike

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A beautiful piece of poetry! I loved the expression: I will paint a image of my journey/on the pages of a scroll. You may like to read my poem 'Ode to Conscience'