By Malcolm Little Black
Alone in this sapping wilderness,
Solitary, quietude and unperturbed.
A grain of sand drowned by the ocean
Reflects how tiny my hope can be..
On this endless spiral journey of life
Only the shrewd and the tact shall survive;
A nugget tucked into my gigot sleeve,
The ancient wisdom that grows on trees..
I have shared tent with dews of penury,
And a restive night with broods of agony,
But here I stand, un-smothered and proud,
Unsubdued by the frosty rain of fate…
Deeply rooted in this familiar soil,
My resolves, no longer a covert secret.
A thunderous storm continues to rage,
It rages over me, but I refused to cower…
Impotent are plights when mastered,
Like the honeysuckle sprouting by the rock.
Manifold are lessons life teaches so well
Even the ant is a distinguished teacher…
And here I stand alone and unperturbed,
My strength the crown of my steeled resolve,
That I may survive against the piquing odds
Like the cactus that blooms in the desert.
