Categories Human Nature, Lifestyle, Meditation

When days are good,
in a daze, they rest,
on their laurels, they wait,
for their target’s downfall.

When down, they rejoice;
When in need, they jubilate;
they groan when fortunes grow
and one soars beyond the sore.

When days are stormy,
all on their heels cheer,
praying not for healing;
and lessening the lesson learned.

The darkest night, though
into light it always turns at dawn;
the road alone rode becomes,
a stair to a vantage for one to stare
at the poor, confused haters.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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