Reaching the sky

Written by: ADEDAYO MICHAEL

     Reaching 
the sky could 
be difficult
     Yet harder it 
is when you 
want
     Your hands 
glued to the sky.

     We paddle 
through the 
waters of life
     Deep, wide 
and frightening
     The waters 
look dreadful.

     Slowly we 
paddle
     Like a canoe 
paddler afraid 
of death
     We got 
entangled deep 
in the deep
     No where to 
run to
     No one to 
turn to...
     We got to 
move on...

     The winds 
blew
     The storms 
stormed hard 
     But we got 
to stay strong
     As a wall 
waiting for fire
     We need to 
keep our feet 
still.

     To reach the 
sky
     We need to 
paddle easy 
but fast
     We need 
focus and not 
distraction
     From 
friends and 
enemies alike
     We need to 
crawl, fly, swim
    Or even we 
can run
    And wait for 
no one, not 
even an 
umpire.