Illusions of Control - poem by Steve Champion

Illusions of Control
 
We are in control,
or we delude ourselves
of  this daily.
 
We cannot control the rising
and setting of the sun nor
the tides of oceans or the
movements of stars.
 
We can’t control the weeping
of children yearning for their
Mother’s breast; so how can we
control the longing of the human
heart dying to be fulfilled?
 
Every attempt bleeds of failure
while eating away vestiges of our souls.
 
I knew a man who once rejected love.
He fought it, suppressed it, ignored it
and even wished it away.
He claimed victory in his denial.
“I am in control” he declared
It was his daily mantra.
But like a tsunami,
love grew stronger, building momentum
Until one day
it overran him
    Like a volcano
         Consuming
             Everything
                 in its path.
 
Steve Champion (Adisa Kamara)