Categories Human Nature, Lifestyle

Difficult to bear it must be,
with happiness all robbed,
weighed down by sadness,
or reeling in the pain of loss.
But this stress, go away it shall.
Just like yesterday,
it will be well, again.
It is well.

A complete mess,
must the feeling be;
lost in a dizzying maze
of abandon, bleak and pale.
But this load, vanish it will,
as suddenly as it appeared.
It will be well, again.
It is well.

It is dark, yes;
but be that as it may, hang in there.
Keep the will strong,
as the birds circle in flight,
whistling to keep the hopes high.
This phase, like all past ones,
will pass too.
It is well.

Like diamonds, that await
the sun so that they can glint,
summon your own shining light
and sparkle.
As sure as that sun will rise tomorrow,
so shall you sail through,
this time and tide.
It is well my friend.

It is well.

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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