
Your success cries from afar
Over the mountain of despair
Under the lid of the heat
Win over thoughts of giving up
Ill thoughts of ending it all
Leaning whispering audibly to your ears
Let it know you hear the cries
Getting to you from the mountain top
Even if you lack the breath
Turn from the side of its mouth
Thirst is certainly a painful state
Here and now you need all to end
Even when the fire burns bright
Risky thoughts of its heat stand tall
Earnestly I do you implore, to fight to the top.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
6 replies on “ACROSTIC LIFTER”
Never rest at the bottom
of the mountain or even dwell
For to climb a mountain is to
conquer its fears
Once at the top
look out
For there’s many more fears to climb.
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What a truthful anti climax. We suffer to suffer until we rest. True.
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Beautiful post 😉
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Thank you Irene.
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A good composition.
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Thank you very much dear Madonna.
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