On the Heels of Fate’s Vow, I Soar
Bare, in a state of nature
recumbent in my solitude
staring through the white sash windows
panes covered in mist
the sky beyond, shrouded by an imperious fog.
Anna’s hummingbird alights on my window sill
fluttering eagerly, pitter-patter
singing sweet melodies
lulling my psyche into a false sense of security.
Her enchanting sounds cease all of a sudden
now I hear her vehement, covertly nurturing pitch
her feathers ruffled once again
oh, the words of my mother
never failing to sound out her woes
upon a glimpse of my disloyal comfort.
“The road is only travelled in delight
once you dare to embrace nature’s plans
directing your journey
towards your preordained dwelling place.”
she flutters in a speck of time
tugging at my recreant strings
pulling me back into the glare of reality’s disdain.
I wish to be like Anna’s hummingbird
she spreads her wings
colors of her feathers, prismatic
beaming generously in her wondrous tapestry
as she gleans the rewards of her flights.
Soaring through earth’s shadows
snubbing the blinding halo
of the sun’s omnipresent circumference
in a world that strives to eclipse
the chosen one’s ascension.
“you’ll never be anything more
with your heart full of disquiet
your feet running in the wrong direction
scared to step into your glory.”
Dreaming, dusk till dawn
I hope to grasp, finally
destiny’s warm welcome
although, I dread the hollow skies
unlike Anna’s hummingbird
who sings the celebratory song
of the valorous leader
that bids to honor her seat on the throne.
“It is time, my little one”
time to desert
the anchor of defeat
weighing me down, grounding my feet
in unmerited complacency
my crown, I must brace myself for.
Now, I dance to the tune of Anna’s hummingbird
sail past my fears
arriving at the dock of fortune
for now is the moment
I must take my leave and surrender
to the open arms of fate’s glorious nest.
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Mo Adefope is a writer and poet from Lagos, Nigeria. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s probably drinking a glass of wine and listening to Jill Scott or daydreaming about imaginary scenarios that will likely never happen. You can find more of her poetry at medium.com/@miadefope
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