Upsurge

Far beyond the horizon we gazed at sunlit skies glowing from gigantic mountains, thick blue clouds hang peacefully over our heads, painting hopes and aspirations as we journey relentlessly to recapture our dreams. We have been climbing this mountain for years, clinging desperately to our dreams, with nothing in our hands, our faith and determination propel us along. But the days seem longer, nights become shorter our hopes grew stronger and life gets tougher. We journeyed through thorns and thistles, we stumbled upon closed doors, brick walls, giant rocks and numerous road blocks. Left only with rags on our backs, we were determined to reclaim our dreams. The struggle seems endless as we journey night and day on a path that binds us for years. Hunger paralyze us, fear dehydrates us , we endured sleepless nights but we held on to our conviction, embrace one another and console ourselves. Sun scorched our tired backs, winter snow froze our blistered feet, tornados compassed us too, and the relentless hurricane could not rip us apart. We all stuck together and supported one another. Despite the chilling cold penetrating our skins, we were destined to win. The expectation of a new life inflamed our hearts, and each day we hoped for a better tomorrow, ignoring life’s un-bearing demands we advance towards the finishing line believing wholeheartedly, and holding steadfast to conquer our dreams. It is true that life can be overbearing, and it is also true that we have wishful promises, and when our promises fail to materialize, driven by a lack of faith from the other side, the journey become harder and murmuring breeds sorrows in our aching heart. Sometimes we fight among ourselves and toss hurtful words to and fro but we quickly come to our senses and make amends of unacceptable ways. We know that we are in this together, and we must embrace one another’s dreams, so we wedge together like brothers and sisters mending the broken pieces as we progress along the way. The power of unity kept us alive, our dreams grew bigger than our stomach, and jingled heavier than money in our pockets, Our faith grew stronger, our hopes strapped together, and death itself could not shatter our dreams. We endured winter freezes; one winter fades into another, ice covers ice, but we were determined to surpass discouragements, negative highlights and continue climbing until we reach the top. We climbed the mountain day and night, but everything seems far out of sight. All we could see was clear blue clouds smiling above us and multitude of stars blinking in the skies. We passed foxes digging shallow holes in foaming ditches, we saw them tearing and chewing rabbits and rodents, and chasing timid squirrels off the edges. Tormenting sound echoes beyond thick bushy forest, intimidating us on our hopeful journey. Suddenly a ferocious fox leaped out of the bushes, and stared at us, grinding its gigantic teeth. But a tiger sneaked from the tree top and cornered the terrifying fox into its vulnerable hole wounding its feet and pulling at its filthy mouth. The lame fox lay on the ground grasping for breath, and the forest animals drag it slowly into a hole. We clench tightly to each other and hurried quickly towards the mountain to complete the final leg of the journey. Amidst these strange happening, we progressed faster holding our precious dreams carefully in our hands. We could hear the drum beats resonating from a distance, sealing our hopes and filling our hearts with aspirations. We could feel the bubbling rhythm from afar, and as we got closer the sounds gets louder, the cheering grew stronger and we felt happier. We climbed and climbed, we slip and we glide, We stood firm and plant our feet securely into the ground. We removed obstacles, overturned road blocks sailed through red lights, skipped through barricade and persevered until we finally made it to the top. Millions with similar dreams had made it too, and we join them singing and dancing, the sun shines once again with a daring glow and our long awaited dream finally came true. We could breathe fresh air, thus feeling the rhythm in life again. ©2014 Christine Phillips