Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

July 08, 2017

POEM ON FEAR

Sometimes I wish I could stab fear in the eye. It is so horrible. Many people have lived and died without attaining their full potential all because of fear. Fear you have a stronghold on humans.

Who created you? Where did come from? How did you come about?  Why do you exist? I hate you fear.

Gone are the days when you had a hold on me. I know better now. No more regrets because of you fear. I will live up to my God-given potential. There's no stopping me fear.

May 25, 2013

Like a poem...

Hello my lovely readers, how was your week? Mine was really busy, I had to work extra hours and I am working this Saturday. I really didn't have the time to compose any blog post but I wrote this yesterday and I want to share it. It came out like a poem, so I titled it "Like a poem" No much editing, just a few punctuations here and there,  it is basically straight from my heart. Now guys tell me, what do you think of it?

A friend commended that I could relate matters of the heart to weather conditions and advised that I try poetry (though I am not so keen on it for now)
Anyway, I would really love to read your comments...

I suddenly felt the irresistible urge to see him.
All dressed up and excited,
I took all I needed and raced to the door.
Standing in front of my house,
holding the door knob...
my left hand was the only part of my body still in the building;
every part of me wanted to see him.
Staring at the fast changing weather,
it seemed like it wanted to rain.
Contemplating going out to hang out with him...
Ouch! I didn't even notify him...silly me!
His number was not reachable, might be the weather.
I knew he would be at home but I wanted to be sure,
changes happen...
The rain! OMG! I may get stuck!
Or he may not be at home!
He may be very busy!
How do I reach him? I need to see him.
His number is still not reachable;
pings not delivering...shoot!
I stared back into the house,
emptiness was all I could see.
I needed him.
His smile, his voice, his laugh, his sense of humour, his craziness...
I needed all of him.
It started to rain very heavily,
thunder roaring and lightening flashing.
The pouring rain could not wash away my sadness.
My face already wet,
not by the rain, but by my tears, like rain pouring from my eyes.
My heart filled with sadness;
I knew I wasn't supposed to see him.
It was for the best and my head knew that.
But I was thinking with my heart...
I didn't have the strength to fight the feelings any longer,
so I just stood there,
partially drenched by the rain
still holding the door knob...

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February 14, 2013

Plan but do not worry-NYSC inspired poem

This poem actually happened. I was strolling in the village one late afternoon when different thoughts about my future rushed into my mind. All of a sudden I became afraid of an uncertain future. I just wrote how I felt because I was the only person I could talk to and it turned out to be beautiful.


Mental Crossroads of a Youth Corps Member
I had roamed the ends of the earth,
I had been to the north, the south, the east and the west,
Yet I found no suitable place to rest my head.
Oh! My poor heart, tired from the rapid blood pumping action, a consequence of adrenaline rush.
My joints, too weak to function;
My throat, parched from asking for directions and numerous questions that yielded further questions.
"How do I get a good job? How would I know my right spouse? Where do I do my Masters? Do I start up my own business?"
Even those that yielded answers contradicted one another;
Making my brain a cave of chaos and disorder;
Just when I was about to give up, wallow in self pity and join the confused crowd, a little voice said to me, “Live wisely and righteously for this moment trusting God for the next.”
Immediately, warmth radiated from my heart and stamped a smile on my face.
I felt strength spread through my body;
I knew I had found it, the answer to all my questions, the answer I was desperately searching for.
I had no cause to worry...


I know many corpers would have at one time felt the same way especially towards the end of the service year. You dread being idle after your service that it sometimes makes you desperate to settle for anything and makes you run to anyone who you feel could be of help. You give yourself migraine by asking yourself numerous questions about your future and thinking out about how good or bad it could be. It is very normal to get a little scared because you do not know what the future holds, but you shouldn't let those mind-boggling thoughts and feelings bother you. 

Worrying will not and will never make things better, even God concurs with that by telling us not to worry about tomorrow. All you need to do is plan. Have your goals to guide you in making the right choices, watch out for opportunities and be prepared to grab them when they come. Some of my friends I served with are now working in great organisations, some are married, some are furthering their education within and outside the country, some are now living abroad, while some are entrepreneurs. Some are doing what they planned to do while some are doing better than they thought would, but they are all doing fine expect those I haven't heard of. The long and short of the above is...worrying is just a pure waste of time. Fear is just false evidence appearing real which we shouldn't allow to rule us. Do your best to get what you want, leave the rest to God, and you will be just fine.
So plan but do not worry.


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