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