STRENGTH
By Shobowale Oluwadarasimi
with a million demons,
and an army of distorted shapes,
taking hostage his head,
sedatives were his best friend.
as the tingles journeyed through his body,
tension and anxiety fled,
in desperation to get out,
for another opportunity to come back along with their younglings.
the sedatives full took effect,
and "ah", his mind sighed.
ecstatic that the ugly faced demons had fled one more time.
his torture, toned down a notch.
but the tranquilizers,
after an exorcising voyage across his veins and arteries,
had returned, accomplished,
though, temporarily;
and heaped their bags,
exchanging high-fives for a job well done.
"goodbye", they said to him.
"our work here is done."
and his body jerked awake,
to a surge of new demons.
and even more misshapen pictures.
and he asked himself,
"had they ever left?"
for there are limits to the strength a man has.
and boundaries to how much he could hold back.
a little aid from tranquilizers,
could set him in shape, perhaps
but, oh, can our bodies be cheated?
the ephemeral strength that pills dispense,
are doubtlessly incapable,
of beating the body,
to it's game of karma and boomerang.
how then does a man find strength?
in PEACE, a man finds STRENGTH.
such peace exuding from the knowledge,
that your pain had been borne,
by one who loved you wholly,
with the demons inside of you.
in SATISFACTION, a man finds STRENGTH.
embracing with smiles,
his meek possessions,
and saying to himself;
"it's enough for now"
in ENDURANCE, a man finds STRENGTH.
bearing down his tortures,
with a firm grip on FAITH.
and MAN is declared happiest.
bearing all of these possessions.
and with such pure and divine STRENGTH,
taking the lead;
what demons dare surface?
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