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.
7teen and me
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
FRIENDS
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
Free at light
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!
The
end.
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