The Rising Star

The rising star

I see myself
siting on a giant's shoulder
like a striving soldier

I am so built that
I could not only get the brightest view
which is open to only few

But as well
I could also fly, 
no, not like a fly

But like an eagle
I soar,  even in the jungle
high, high as I struggle

My power is in ink
I write, while others are trying
to stop their tears from drying

My strength is my voice
because, I am
the song that needs no drum

You can also read me
like a poem 
well blended into a rhyme

I am so bright, such that
even when I walk in the dark
the blindest dog does bark

I was once a zero,  but
I am now the rising star
that kicks the giant start

You are my superhero, cause
you read the poem
and listen to the rhyme 

You are the giant
on whose shoulder
I sit, like a striving soldier

Thank you. 

© Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/1/2024 11:41:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.