Fire In My Belly

I feel my spirit burning inside me
And years of fatigue draining out me
My heart is racing, my spirit is swelling
And my heart is singing a wonderful song.

I can still feel my heart beat and I can
still hear the noise in the streets
Motorcade after motorcade brighten up the streets
And the jubilant crowd waving blue
and white handkerchief high in the air.

I could see it from a distance 
people join hands in hands
rocking to a spirited beat 
as they watch the parade 
floating peacefully through their street.

It moves from community to community
through rural towns and dangerous hills 
cascading the untrodden  green valleys 
sweeping darkness and poverty away.

The trumpets and drums grew louder and louder
It pulled my great grandma out of the house
And had her rocking to the rhythmical beat.

I listened to the sound as it fades away
and the life in me was perishing away.
My fatigue grew stronger and stronger
And nothing I do could make feel better
I bore the penalty of sleepless nights
and the torture of guiltless sound.

I could hear my heart murmur
and the blood gushing inside
whoosh, whoosh, swish swish 
the sound grew louder on every side.

It’s as if the world was walking with me
And something powerful was propelling me
I took one stride and walked boldly by its side 
but something stronger than me was forcing me
to surrender to hope and succumb to the boldness inside me.

I fought relentlessly to deny this feeling
That was forcing me to get away 
but something very forceful was beckoning me to stay.

I am here and I am still breathing
dying to journey to the mountain top
to appease the Gods and make my final stop
so I inquired of a special place where I could
be alone and meditate for the rest of my days.

The endless journey has exhausted me
but I was determined to go through it with dignity
my chins up, a smile on my face and positive words
to keep me ahead  and on top of the race.

My blood suddenly felt hot and
And fire starts catapulting out of my belly 
I found myself on  the mountain top
Looking down on throngs of people
singing, shouting and dancing.

It sounded like a grand jubilee
But for me this was my final destiny.

                                                                ©2015 Christine Phillips
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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