I started out an egg
Without a care or burden
But the world to lean on
And if I broke, before a time
That was the sad end
Of a brief adventure.
I hatched into a form
For all I cared,
It was the wind I craved
And the world was larger
My feet was short and swift
And flight I ne’er knew I’d know.
Beneath my feet was freedom, laid
Until I had to feed and flee
At monsters that hunt my kind
They must have names, or else
I’ll have to mark them in my mind
And pay attention nonetheless.
The day I thought to fly,
I wasn’t given a chance to think
___Whoosh, and I had to go
A kite had stolen one of us
And fright paved the way for flight
A memory that I’ll likely ne’er forget
Till I knew of pain
The lessons of the gods
For my kind’s noble benefit
Left me wishing I was dead
But even after I survived
The scar kept the lesson safe.
It was time for another adventure
To find a mate and plan to further
Some wooing did the blatant trick
Four weeks on, I saw an oval thing
And when it softly-softly broke
I gladly shared my humbled tale.
© 2019 Olutomi Akinsanya
Olutomi Akinsanya, currently living in Nigeria, has loved literature and art, reading African contemporary writers’ such as Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe and even Western greats like Shakespeare, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Khalil Gibran from an early age. He became drawn to poetry because of its deeper underlining meanings and began writing in August of 2004. Previously publishing on 8hop.com until 2012 when the site closed down and most of the writings from that era are lost. He loves nature and his cultural background helps him weave and paint letters on the heart of his audience.
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8 thoughts on “My Humbled Tale”
What a beautiful poem. I am teary. Well done and a huge bravo to Olutomi who I will be immediately following.
And I think this poetry bar you are doing is fab xxx
I am glad you liked it…really. The poetry bar is doing great.
Adversity has it own way of shaping all.
History leaves marks and scars.
Yes, indeed K Mugi.
Very beautifully written and very evocative and moving too. Wow!
Your poetry is the kind that I want to read desperately.
OMG…now you wanna make me cry. Thanks guys. Really feels good to know poetry is so appreciated by many.