THE WHEEL OF TIME

A bad timekeeper, A late-night keeper
A bad-time user, a late-moment dealer

Always trying to meet up with the wheel,
I end up breaking myself

Always trying to come out of the tight spaces the wheel allotted me, only to be stricken with the heartbreak that comes with meeting up

Always trying to meet up, I only meet up with the failure of time itself

It felt as though the wheel was against me until I read the stories the wheel wrote about me

Its stories often go back in time, telling tales of events in time, and showing the beauty of life and time

It was after I read my little story that I understood that the wheel is for every, and at the same time, for no man

While I suffered trying to understand the movement of the wheel, it was busy writing down my history with time

Today I get to share a little of that history, stories which need not be completed before they are told. For this is the beauty of time

I used to think the wheel allotted spaces to men, until I went back in time, and took a second look at chapter 17 of my story

It was the year I entered into the higher institution out of necessity to save myself and my family from the shame of staying at home while my mates were in their various institutions

Struggling to enter the higher institution was the easy part, staying in the higher institution was the life-threatening part

I tried to avoid shame by doing everything to meet up with time, only to be held back in my third year, confined in a tight space for three years before seeing the light to continue with my educational pursuit

During those times I blamed the wheel, I found faults in everything around me, but now I know better

The wheel never allotted me those tight spaces, it only showed me a part to appreciate hard work and tenacity

I was like gold in a furnace, using the heat to become more of what I am meant to be

I studied my Journey from chapter 17 to chapter 24, and I see now that I should be grateful for how much time I got in those tight spaces when it seemed time was at a pause

In chapter 24, I came to a truce with myself, I learned to flow with the wheel, I appreciated the time of life, and the short time I had will be a story told one day

The times of my depression and anxiety within the little confined of those little spaces

The times of waiting and waiting for things I thought would come but never came

The times I kept the faith yet lost the race, the times when my failures were more than my success

The times when my failures made me a shadow of myself.

I thought I would never be able to raise my head or make my voice heard

But here I am speaking like a lion cub learning to roar because I have been through the furnace of the wheel of time

Even though I'm not certain where the wheel is flowing to currently, I try to hold on to faith, seeing the wheel as destiny in motion, as It writes the chapters of my history according to the years I have lived

IMAGE CREDIT IS MINE.

THIS IS MY ENTRY INTO THE INKWELL PROMPT TIME.