HOPE POEM: "CHASING THE SKY" BY CHIADZWA

Wasted like flowers, the words I had spoken

About how dreams where so big and rotten

How there was not a road not yet trodden

In rains of tears and storms of torments

In furnace's heart, the heated moments

The harsh flames burnt up persistence

Where my quenching faced resistance

I sighed, only ashes will end my story

Death will haunt me before my glory

My reflection spelt out a revelation

"For purification," said a revelation.

Before I could glow in my own glory,

Wasn't there need to rewrite my story

In the raging flames, I built resistance

In the smelting... I built up persistence

So I see, all were purification moments,

Finally, I survived of the hail of torments

Now I face a road they labled 'untrodden'

Born and built to re-ripe they called rotten

So wasted as flowers, the words I'd spoken

© MAURICE N CHIADZWA 

- Zimbabwe 

The poem "Chasing the Sky" is a reflective and introspective piece that explores the themes of struggle, perseverance, and self-discovery. The speaker grapples with the challenges of pursuing their dreams and facing setbacks. Ultimately, the voice emerges stronger and more resilient.