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The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The others who shouldn't have;
The girls with memories already wet in their eyes;
The people I never met and will never know;
All desperately fanning themselves
In silence and in waiting.
We all are waiting for the same thing-
What's next to come.
For some it will be their names
For another a trip to boot camp
For many including myself- college
A couple can't wait to forget the tortures of high school
And a few will already be planning our high school reunion
because it was the best years of their life.
As I bow my head, not out of sadness,
but out of sheer defeat by the sun,
I scuff up my dress shoes in the clumpy grass of the field-
that just finished another infamous drawn out lacrosse season,
I'll be thinking about the 4 plus years, 8 seasons,
worth of drilling and conditioning I did in that very field and on the surrounding track,
With a flash of ivory across my sweating face
I'll be thinking about
All the nooks and crannies
that I sanctioned for the intimate meetings of my girlfriends
The times caught and not,
All the heartbreaks and rejections,
The friends made, the best friends kept, and the many lost.
The drama, stupidity, and immaturity,
Everything that was and used to be.
And, all this time spent waiting-preparing
for this one moment
You can't help but remember it all
And with one, final sweet goodby-
Far beyond the horizon we gazed at sunlit skies
glowing from gigantic mountains, thick blue clouds
hang peacefully over our heads, painting hopes and
aspirations as we journey relentlessly to recapture
We have been climbing this mountain for years,
clinging desperately to our dreams, with nothing
in our hands, our faith and determination propel us along.
But the days seem longer, nights become shorter
our hopes grew stronger and life gets tougher.
We journeyed through thorns and thistles,
we stumbled upon closed doors, brick walls,
giant rocks and numerous road blocks.
Left only with rags on our backs, we were
determined to reclaim our dreams.
The struggle seems endless as we journey
night and day on a path that binds us for years.
Hunger paralyze us, fear dehydrates us ,
we endured sleepless nights but we held on to our
conviction, embrace one another and console ourselves.
Sun scorched our tired backs, winter snow froze
our blistered feet, tornados compassed us too,
and the relentless hurricane could not rip us apart.
We all stuck together and supported one another.
Despite the chilling cold penetrating our skins,
we were destined to win.
The expectation of a new life inflamed our hearts,
and each day we hoped for a better tomorrow,
ignoring life’s un-bearing demands we advance
towards the finishing line believing wholeheartedly,
and holding steadfast to conquer our dreams.
It is true that life can be overbearing, and it is also true
that we have wishful promises, and when our promises
fail to materialize, driven by a lack of faith from the other side,
the journey become harder and murmuring breeds sorrows
in our aching heart.
Sometimes we fight among ourselves
and toss hurtful words to and fro but
we quickly come to our senses
and make amends of unacceptable ways.
We know that we are in this together,
and we must embrace one another’s dreams,
so we wedge together like brothers and sisters
mending the broken pieces as we progress along the way.
The power of unity kept us alive,
our dreams grew bigger than our stomach,
and jingled heavier than money in our pockets,
Our faith grew stronger, our hopes strapped together,
and death itself could not shatter our dreams.
We endured winter freezes; one winter fades into another,
ice covers ice, but we were determined to surpass
discouragements, negative highlights
and continue climbing until we reach the top.
We climbed the mountain day and night,
but everything seems far out of sight.
All we could see was clear blue clouds smiling above
us and multitude of stars blinking in the skies.
We passed foxes digging shallow holes in foaming ditches,
we saw them tearing and chewing rabbits and rodents,
and chasing timid squirrels off the edges.
Tormenting sound echoes beyond thick bushy forest,
intimidating us on our hopeful journey.
Suddenly a ferocious fox leaped out of the bushes,
and stared at us, grinding its gigantic teeth.
But a tiger sneaked from the tree top and
cornered the terrifying fox into its vulnerable hole
wounding its feet and pulling at its filthy mouth.
The lame fox lay on the ground grasping for breath,
and the forest animals drag it slowly into a hole.
We clench tightly to each other and hurried quickly
towards the mountain to complete the final leg of the journey.
Amidst these strange happening, we progressed faster
holding our precious dreams carefully in our hands.
We could hear the drum beats resonating from a distance,
sealing our hopes and filling our hearts with aspirations.
We could feel the bubbling rhythm from afar, and as we
got closer the sounds gets louder, the cheering grew stronger
and we felt happier.
We climbed and climbed, we slip and we glide,
We stood firm and plant our feet securely into the ground.
We removed obstacles, overturned road blocks
sailed through red lights, skipped through barricade
and persevered until we finally made it to the top.
Millions with similar dreams had made it too,
and we join them singing and dancing,
the sun shines once again with a daring glow
and our long awaited dream finally came true.
We could breathe fresh air,
thus feeling the rhythm in life again.
©2014 Christine Phillips
There is this deep pride within me that I just cannot kill
For I don’t resent it, in fact in a way I like it
It is a pride instilled in me by a small, soft still Voice
...that always applauds me for being me
It always reassures me and cheers me on
This small voice always seems to guarantee me that I am indeed different
...that I am special, and I can be the greatest that I wish to be
...and have all the best things I wish to have
Only if I care to believe
There is immense power in belief, It tells me
Intensely believe and you will succeed It assures me
Success in work comes quickly in this human world, It guarantees
But success isn’t free, It warns me
Success demands to be earned
Diligence and passion are mandatory
Only question is; what do you want and how badly do you want it
...It asks me
If you have the answer, believe strongly in the result
For in intense belief is the power to begin
And in beginning is the power to persist
And in persistence there’s never a barrier too strong
...nor a journey too long
Success is easy ...simple as a child’s play, It tells me
Just study how a tree grows from a seed
...to produce fruits that contain in them even more seeds
Then you’ll see how easy and certain success really is... It advices me
Well, half past one may be too late in the night for most
But it’s the first hour of a newer dawn for me
For this is the day I shall remember
As the beginning of my success
Life is sometimes ruff and hard and hard and sometimes just bites but if you stop and look closer at the situation there is always a positive side that god has in store for every time you holler at you parents or every time you mouth you teacher you punishment leads you one step higher on the ladder of success that god has in store for you and more than likely your success will end with you flying in the heavens with god and living happily ever after