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Seesaw
by turns,
going up
and down,
lacking
precise equilibrium;
life is...
but a seesaw.
sometimes
we rise.
sometimes
we fall.
when
you find yourself
squatting
on the down end,
never mind
the brooding gray clouds
hovering
overhead.
do not
disembark.
do not
count yourself out.
because...
come afternoon,
sunshine
will peak through it.
you're down,
though not for long!
so, sit tight
on that seesaw,
which will
inevitably rise...
up, up, up!
and when your feet
f i n a l l y
lifts off the ground,
release
white elephants
within
to the welcoming wind.
shake off
any encumberance
on your shoulder.
outstretch
your arms
as though
you're about to fly.
taste the air
with your tongue.
taste the newfound freedom
taste life
itself.
Copyright ©
Edward Ibeh
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