I agree i am a child
And i'm in no hurry to grow up
Quite frankly i won't have it any other way
I'll happily be called a child if being a child means seeing the good when others are blind to it
Forgiving people that hurt me and trusting them wholeheartedly
Loving like there is no tomorrow
Ignoring the imperfections around me and just choosing to live and smile
Finding joy in the simple pleasures of life
Not expecting more from people than they are able to offer
Believing that there is always good in everybody
Laughing till my stomach hurts and laughing again
Being quick to smile and slow to be angered or saddened
Believing that God exists and He loves me very much
Believing everything happens for a reason and that reason is for my good
Just knowing things will work out
Believing the best things in life are free
Walking with a wiggle in my step and talking with a giggle in my voice
Believing there is no problem without a solution
Believing i'll one day impact the world positively
Believing everyone was here for a reason
Believing dreams come true
Believing we love what we love cause its supposed to be part of us
Believing that few of the best things in life are; a hug from your Dad, a kiss from your Mum, a smile from your sister, a laugh shared with your brother or/and the memories made with friends.
So if and only if these thoughts portray me as a child, i'll happily remain one forever
And continue to exist in this neverland I've grown accustomed to
And if you feel I delude myself, I beg of you not to shatter my illusion
Because I'd rather not grown up and miss being young forever.
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
But I beg to differ, friends are the family that stand by you when family seems far away.
They have your back and tease your ass.
They're your parents, siblings, teachers and a host of others
They know your dreams and hopes but they also understand your fears.
You're never asked to be more than who you are but you're pushed to be a better you.
They manage to combine the thrill of discovery and the comfort of the known
They see the part of you the world is blind to, whether or not you want them to
They somehow manage to see u with rose-coloured glasses seeing only your best even after knowing your worst
And when they leave, they leave you with a bittersweet feeling.
They leave you feeling the warmth of their presence and yet the chill of their absence
You know deep within that you've hit the jackpot
You possess this great treasure they call "FRIENDS".
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
so this the first time my poem has been put online, so please read and tell me what you think : D.
Free at light!
Living in my world of black and grey
There’s no colour in sight
My tormentors are like shadows
Yet I feel them around me
Like leaches they sap the life out of me
The chains of depression that bound me are as dark as night
Thoughts of suicide run through my head
But I’m assured it’s a waste of time because here, there’s neither dying nor living
I ask and scream night and night for there is no day here
Will any one save me? Can any one save me?
Suddenly a white bright light penetrates my world
And the wider it becomes the more I dare to believe
And then the greyness of my sadness flees at the sight of the light
My black depression disintegrates
My tormentors are nowhere to be found
And then the ruby red light of love hits me
The sapphire blue of peace shines upon me
The warmness of the amber yellow of joy envelopes me
And the emerald green of hope fills me in ways I couldn’t have imagined
Is this a dream? I ask myself,
I know the answer is nought
Because here dreams turn to dust
And then I dare to search for the source of this beauty
But needn’t look far or long
For there he is a brilliant white light piercing my darkness and taking my pain away
Light so bright it pervades the darkest corners of my world
His crown of gems radiating the colours I newly got acquainted with
His face so bright that but for the chains holding me steadfastly
I would have shield my eyes at the sight of him
But then his face would have been hid from me
And there for once I was grateful for those chains that held me
Because they stopped me from letting my humanity get in the way of seeing him
Of seeing his face, a face so holy, so peaceful, so full of joy and hope, it was surreal
And as his hand stretches before me I have but one thought “can this be real?”
And then I hear a voice sweeter than the chiming of wind chimes
More melodious than a thousand orchestras put together
Yet with greater authority than the thunder
And it replies ‘you called, I answered, do you believe?’
The question so evident in his eyes that now I know
I know I believe him, I know without a doubt that he is my saviour, my friend, my master
And that he is just and true
And with more conviction that I never thought was possible I reply ‘yes I do’
Yea our hands touch, nay they collide
And I feel a hole, a seal of his love for me.
The last of my chains break off
At this moment I feel myself being transformed, my world being renewed
My sadness becoming joy
My desolation and despair vanishing
My nights receiving light
My greys turning into colours
My blacks becoming white
And then at the sight of him, I know
Yes I just know I am free.
Free at light!