WE ARE MANY (IN THIS) & IT IS FAITH by Steve Anc

We are many (in this)

Cry if your eyes are willing,

Hoard not the tears;

It burdens the heart.

Hold the line

And peg the world,

Put not the pain at heart.

Shave the wall,

If it could relieve the mind;

Do not peel the skin.

Vomit the anger,

Hoard not its venom;

It could poison the heart.

Paint life whatever color,

Store, not the paint;

It could darken your hope.

It is faith

It is faith to price a flying life,

When lacks hang in the air.

It is faith to stare at the sun, When doom smiles from the start.

It is faith to prepare for a feast, When feet plaster in scarcity.

It is faith to seek the moon,

hen hands stick at dark.

It is faith to plan at the dawn,

When hands scrabble at the wall.

It faith to sight for a high,

When major mock at might.

It is faith to heart for a means,

When hit by the prison bell.

It is faith to gaze at the top,

When locked behind the wall.

Steve Anc is the son of Ajuzie Nwaorisa and he is a Nigerian poet. He is a Pushcart Prize Nominee. He has a searching knowledge and deep meditation on some universal themes. He is a modern poet and his adherence to language and his use of metaphor is soul-searching. Anc is the author of Nine poetry anthologies with a tenth forthcoming anthology (Soul to Soul: Poetry of Life, Light, and Brokenness). His poetry has been featured in several recent magazines and journals, such as the American University of Iraq, Sulaimani among others.