Ruined, Still Standing

Poem

Ruined, Still Standing,
Ashamed does not begin to define it,
For one who was until recently been the beacon of morals,
It used to be unfathomable that I would sink this low!

But here I am,
Ruined.

I could wallow in pity,
For the loss, I have experienced,
Yet I will power on,
Like how I got here,
I will crawl my way back.

Perhaps this time, it will not be as difficult,
Or maybe it will be more,
Bit at the end of day,

I’m ruined, still standing.

By Rogers Wanambwa

This is an expression of my fear of success. That even as we become more successful and move higher in life, we could as easily fall down.

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