As I walk through the space of life,
Storms abound as though a bomb about to explode,
Lighting as that of a thunderbolt,
With all this, peace is yet what I felt.
As I ran through the bustling rush of the life chess game,
A ghost; I appeared in the midst of the chaos,
As though undisturbed,
The adrenalin rushing through the jugular of my existence seems like a flood.
Hit by the storms, by the arrows,
By the war waging itself within my calm peaceful but distorted soul,
I lifted my head, to survive the raging battles.
‘Cos, now isn’t the time I lay my back.
Now, is the time to be the best at this life game of chess.
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Written by Adegun Wuraola
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