By Zulumathabo Zulu © 2015
I had gained some ground
The winnings inbound
Basking in the sun
Like master of my destiny
For too long in a doldrum
Now, like fresh curriculum
First time in the black
but fortune began to reverse
Swayed like transverse
When winds began to erase
Defeat began to encase
Disregard for compass
Now, like dirty pampers
I should have ceased
I should have heeded
Like a slow cooker
Small changes undetected
Winnings now afar
Defeat now ajar
Overruled by urges
Now shamed on the edges
My fortunes expunged
Like catapulted
Now to meta-analyze
Hereby, to synthesize
Never to be expunged
Like catapulted
Contextual Commentary
When the desert flower over-indulged in the falling rain, she became like dazed by excessive rain. A fixated experience with respect to an array of parched grounds in which she had no part in choosing, played a cruel game with her mind. This over-animated her to overrun the right balance in accordance with the rain. She needed to arrest her internal urges and enlighten her naivety. Instead, she was hijacked by natural urges and blinded by a translucent screen of naivety. Going forward, she has resolved to take a page from the school of self-regulation. This boot camp training in self-regulation skills will ensure that she reigns in on the natural urges associated with the psycho-emotional deprivation of the desert experience. In this way, the beautiful desert flower of the great Kalahari will regain her strength to be a master of her destiny and an architect of her fortune. A self-regulation skill is a prerequisite towards enhancing her survival experience.
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