Continuously

Sunlight through the room

My lower lip is a dry desert

One tablet for the fever

I try to stand but

my limbs are feeble

weakened in an everlasting slumber

For the man, I want to be

I can’t give up

So if there’s still a glimmer of hope

I’ll hold on to it

With my arms or my canine

And when I lose my grip

When my muscles can not contract anymore

And my spine is rigid

I will take my, every single vessel as ropes

And attach them to the last fleeting hope

And I will work

Because mum,

I want to be a son you can be proud of

I want my actions to be the voice

That carries the depth of my love

The sincerity of my gratitude

So if there is a glimmer of hope I’ll hold on to it

For the dreams, I care about

Since the bright days of my childhood

The midnight moons of my twenties

I will stay the distance

I will push on

For as long as I can.

writtent by Rachid Mouvengui Nzimbena (bluewsky)

February 2022

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