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Ambition

written by: Baidha Fercoq

 

A propelling cognizant force
mingles and creates a luring conversation
one's mind queries these offered images
as it begins to beguile our intrigue.

Voltaic pulses induce one's engagement
daring one to breach staid boundaries
should one choose to relinquish
our perceived and imposed limits.

Coveted projections of avidity
create their immersive world
and it is each who must choose
... for ambition is a naked walk.

 

© 2018 Baidha Fercoq All Rights Reserved

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Having aspirations can be exhilarating. The thrill of imagining and planning creates an energetic stage for efforts. This poem suggests aspirations can be deeply personal and choosing to reveal them can make one feel very vulnerable - naked.

Baidha Fercoq

Baidha Fercoq

Baidha Fercoq has spent her life as a silent observer … seeking to identify a common language spoken by all. Her writings emerge from the fertile grounds provided by a father, whose career immersed the family in various cultural milieus and a mother, whose war-torn life lent greater understanding regarding kindness and sensitivity as we observe natures of struggle, hope and love. Poetry and short stories are her main forms of literary expression.
Baidha has a BS in Healthcare Administration and an MBA in Global Management. She has had multiple poems published in Creative Talents Unleashedand Cyberwit Anthologies. In 2018, Baidha was also nominated by Creative Talents Unleashed as a Pushcart Nominee.
“Gathering pieces of human fabric along the way, time has shown me the very essence of daily struggle contains profound beauty. Our journey, with its many differences, reveals we are more similar than we believe. My writing seeks to give voice to reflections that illuminate universal truths ~ entreating readers to explore their paradigms”.
Baidha Fercoq

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