Banners of
Life
By Jeffrey Kwesiga
26/02/2012
Your tattered flag waves in the wind, slow but full of
pride.
Every hole in your banner is proof of life,
Every scratch and dent on the staff,
A testament to your survival.
Your banner lifts you
above the field.
It is your soul raw and bare for all to see.
On your knees you hang from this heavy sign of the soul,
Too proud to let it fall to the ground,
Too stubborn to let it stay rooted.
When it feels like you have nothing left,
You hold it like your last breath,
Grasping with all you have and laboring every moment.
You push on pulling your battered body up hand by hand.
Climbing higher you feel the full weight of your life
against your soul.
With knees bent at the crook you barley stand.
You take that first tired step and move.
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