Momentum

The portals have echoed the memories of the past
The greens have waved their hands in approval
The humming birds and butterflies have wished us luck
While the velvet aisle witnessed the triumphant march…

And the time has come!
Finally, everything I have shed has proven its worth,	

The droplets of sweat
	have turned to
		karats of gold,

The ounces of tears 
        transformed into a dignified
	        sword,

The splotches of blood
	reckoned to
		life.

Now that I have set foot in the podium
Where anything starts and everything begins—

I am apt to share the gold I have dug
	from sweat,
I am apt to wield the sword I have
	shaped from tears and
I am apt to bequeath the life I have
	victored from blood.

This is what our march is all about—
We stumble and
	fall, but we need to rise,
	We MUST stand tall.





(Written for Sorsogon State College 2007 Yearbook back when I was in college)

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Poet Tacito

Date: 2/20/2012 6:12:00 PM

I condone the vibe off this piece. Very well done! =)

Kirby Magee-Dittberner

Date: 2/20/2012 5:54:00 PM

Pretty nice, feels like a speech to a large group of troops (Not to be confused with a large troupe) that are ready to march into battle, potentially for the right to participate in some global relay race. -KMD