Move (By Simba Rupare)

It will happen when you are in an open field of complacency
When you do not take note of your feet compressing the ground
Not being self-concious of your breathing
Confident that your heart will keep on beating.

And when that times comes,
It blasts you like a storm
A gatharing storm with an angry blackness.
It will take you by surprise, and when it does, you will have no choice but to fight.

When you are against the wall, unable to move
Unable to speak, unable to run
You will gather the strength from your hunter ancestors
You will have that strength that will whisper 'I need to live'.

This moment doesn't discriminate.
Nor does it feel sorry for your pain.
It shows no mercy,
Unless you are will to die for it.

Stuck and paralysed you remember one thing.
The one thing that will make all the difference.
You begin to MOVE.
You begin to SHIFT.

The blast lessesens, and your ambitions rise
Your need to live survives.
You know this time had to come.
And when you did, you never forgot to MOVE!!!!