I am falling – with ease and levity
Through heights known or not
Like an object helpless against gravity
I am screaming – With fear and anxiety
Through a sea of endless vacuum
Like a child lost in horror of animosity
I am struggling – with grief and tenacity
Through odds and chaos
Like an argument imploring validity
I navigate a chamber waning of oxygen
Stubbornly – chanting with a voice deprived of sound
Victory has no equal. I am a victor.
Not a prisoner of Poverty’s War.