The Pilgrim…..by Yemie

This is the final guest post on my 1st blogging anniversary list of poems. I saved it for the last because I know many can identify with the sentiments here and might get some encouragement here too. And guess what? This was written by Yemie (who still hasn’t convinced me why she shouldn’t take poetry more seriously).☺

Thanks girl for who you are – a big support and source of encouragement. With all the positive energy radiating from you, no ”negative ion” stands a chance.

Dear friends, I present to you again, Yemie!

Winning Wayfarer
I am strong
Am I?
I may well be wrong
Aren’t I?

With fear a constant companion
A strange bedfellow
How do I emerge a champion?
I wonder, I bellow

I am a mere mortal
Conflicted, unsure
Crouched at Earth’s portal
A fish, washed ashore

Will I get through the journey ahead?
My feet will not move, not even a step
I need to be held and led
Yellow-bellied, and in desperate need of help

‘Let the chips fall where they may
Your inner fear, keep at bay
Go at it hammer and tongs, as you journey along the way’
A little voice in my head did say

Waves of emotions surge
Anger, courage and hope merge
A fire is stirred and it glowers
I rise, free from all encumbrances

My strides are sure and purposeful
My soul rejoices, melodies from my heart ring
I am bursting forth with vitality, joyful
As I make my way onwards, soaring upon Eagle’s wings

I yell out in victory
No longer will I whimper in entreaty
I bask in my moment of glory
A wayfarer, adrift upon life’s trajectory

Hand Over

It’s another Monday and I’m making it a ”note to self” today to just hand over. I also encourage you to hand them all over – every care, concern, anxiety – hand them over.

The image below is another one of my lame attempts at visual poetry but I’m posting it anyways. I’ve decoded it below just in case you can’t read my drawing. Hope you like it.☺

Hand them over
Hand them now
Worries, fears and
Doubting too

These here hands are
Not too short
The love I feel
To show to you

And when you’re weary
Cannot bear
The weight your lot
Bestows on you

Entrust your cares
To abler Hands
No need to wait
Or tarry

Give Me A Good Report

A good report
Douses the fire
Raging within
When times are dire

When sleep that’s sweet
Is washed off eyes
As of with soap
That launders mire

Give me some news
That all is well
And if not, that
It soon will be

Give me new eyes
New hopes new wings
A mind that sees
Beyond these bars

Unearth the wonders
That can be
And tell me tales
Of victories yet

Not Just Yet

Can’t remember when
I didn’t have these shackles
Hateful restraints to my feet
Enslaving to the unseen captor
I scream for freedom
But the gagging muzzle
Overpowers still
Wriggling free is Herculean
The futility of an exercise
Voices beckon from within and without
”No smoke without a fire”
”Go search, inquire!”
I venture heavenwards
I implore, I supplicate
”This here is beyond me”
You pride yourself in my loyalty
I see your smile:
”Good and faithful one”
”Fear not, sunshine”
”You will bear my light further still”
”You’re an angel”
”And your mission’s done”
”Not just yet”
“Gird your hips!”
“Great victories lie just ahead!”