After a lot of sacrifice
I triumph over prejudice
By keeping flowing in the stream
That made me travel to a dream.
Now the fate lets the hours chime
In a bid to honor the time
I spent, reading many good books
Whose content goes beyond words’ looks.
At last I manage to be done
With my writing dream all alone,
Proceeding by trial and error
While discouragement raged war.
So to bless that enjoyable
Time that’s now unforgettable
I’m inking, through these simple words,
A story victory affords.
O, calm time, which let me measure
The strength of my brain with pleasure
I hold in my hand a flower
As a token of your power.
I have, from that, no evidence
To further my poor confidence
On behalf of another thing
That could be in my inmost being.
That’s why I am now in rapture,
Doing that symbolic gesture
For the roads I used to follow
Till I become a writer now.
By Olvens Louissaint
About the Author
Growing keen on Literature and endowed with a deep sense of curiosity and observation, which allows him to explore his environment and draw his inspiration to create his work, Olvens Louissaint is a Caribbean bilingual writer, Translator and Human rights defender. As an aspiring writer who used to address complex issues strategically and confidently through his work and whose work treats both personal and universal subjects, he is mainly committed to standing for the well-being of humanity and awarded with many international accolades. Some of his poems have been translated into Arabic, Korean and Kazakh and appeared in many international Anthologies and Magazines. His short stories and essays are also published in several journals.
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