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Walking Through The Dark

Walking through the dark is hard for me but I need to walk through.

This step is crucial ‘cos my survival hinges on walking to the end.

From where I stand and can see others walk through the same–

Laughing and chatting as though the dark is nothing.

They are the kind I would choose to walk through this.

But each time I try to catch up with them, they disappear.

And I’m left alone to walk through even though I’m scared.

The only one willing to walk with me is too scared to take a step.

He’s scared of walking in the dark more than he is standing in it.

But he’s willing to walk with me alone to subdue his fears.

But I can’t walk with him now for I’m spooked by his fears.

I should be cos he appears strong yet more scared than I am.

I’ve tried walking with him but he kept hiding under my garment.

When I yanked my garment off him he grabbed my hand, shivering.

I let him to hook his shaking arm in mine like a groom would a bride.

But he kept jiggling around in fear, darting his eyes here and there.

By his jumpiness I were infected and did lose my tiny composure.

And did run back towards the start cos I couldn’t stand my fears.

That was when he ran after me like a terrified child

He stands beside me like a cat on hot bricks

Now that we are at the very beginning I’m scared of walking with him.

I’m scared of walking with him more than I’m scared of the dark.

I’ll never walk with him ‘cos his virility and light are vain.

I’d rather wait for the one who isn’t scared to walk with me.

Someone to hold my hand and make me feel I’m with somebody.

Both of our fears should be cast away by our blended tiny courage.

If this someone fails to come along, I’ll take the bold step alone.

Before it’s too late to walk to the end through the dark.

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Sunday Inspiration |The Violent Wind

The violent wind hits hard and watches in admiration as the trees swayed from side to side in distress.

She hit again and again to raze the trees, but the trees refuse to yield, instead, they pretend to be having a good time.

They are in pain but determined to confuse the wind.

The wind not knowing what is going on thinks they are enjoying the wrecking show.

The trees sway their branches in beautiful motion and wriggle their stems – the wind gets confused.

She isn’t doing this to entertain the trees but to see the effect of her destructive power.

But the twirling of the woods mocks the strength of the violent wind. She can’t bear the chagrin that ensue within her.

At the point when the trees are almost beaten, the wind withdraws it’s attacking force when each attempt to break the trees seems to make them ‘stronger and stronger’.

As they watch the storm go, each tree utters, “That was close!” and practices deep breathing.

The trees know that the violent wind will be back. They are not afraid.

You have the power to conquer the storms. It’s within you… believe you do.

Have a blessed Sundayđź’™.

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