The Rising

It’s all a game of waiting
With bated breath or anxious gulps
The constant remains; it’s lurking
And yet we know where it will arise
Like the inevitable eclipse,
It will come and we will know
Like a bright shadow, you’ll see it
The rising will be upon us
Like the wrath, the fury
Of an old dragon tickled in it’s sleep

It’s the least of our worries
In plain sight it hides,
Camouflaged by reality and dreams
It will sweep across like a crazy sea tide
We shall stumble and fall,
When the rising is upon us
With a strength that can’t be ignored.

With the calmness of inevitability
We’ll take it on, arms raised
Not in a fight, don’t get me wrong
We’ll let it pass, this rising tide
For it’s not ours to halt nor yours to steer
The rising is a retaliation long overdue
Like a lioness stung on a hot afternoon
You know you’re going to get it
It’s coming.
This freestyle and many more for #UgBlogWeek will be written by #nkima and #shawn. Thank you, Shawn, as always!

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