From the gloom that you dumped me, <br />The unfathomable abyss I was thrust into, <br />I exonerate myself of ambiance, heavenly disguise. <br />Disgusted you were with my pride, <br />And you let the onus fall much heavier, <br />But I still stand tall. <br /> <br />Are you surprised to see me? <br />You thought the swagger was gone? <br />You forgot of the coming of seasons, <br />Like summer, in winter it looks far off, <br />But like the high tides, it comes to pass, <br />And so shall I stand tall again. <br /> <br />You expected me begging for a pittance, <br />Sunken eyes laboring for pity, <br />Ribs through my tattered shirt, <br />Ego battered and bruised by time, <br />And my conscience blurred, <br />Like a fogged out Mountain View! <br /> <br />You pushed me down the gutter, <br />Struck axes of words at my patience, <br />And thought it soluble to deface my manhood, <br />Lest some royal lass begot sassy offspring like me, <br />But in the very unfamiliar and harsh terrain you thrust me, <br />I still walk tall like I got a gold field down there in my body. <br /> <br />What history begot, <br />I stand tall still again. <br />The frightening violent sea that swelled on me, <br />To the shore I stand tall. <br />From a dreary night cold and noisy with silence, <br />Into a cheery day clear of worries, <br />I walk tall yet again. <br />I talk big yet again. <br />I smile huge yet again. <br />And laugh even louder yet again. <br />I stand tall, tall yet again. <br /> <br /> W07<br /><br />Wesongah David<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-stand-tall-yet-again/
