I’ve been caged by unforgiveness for years without realizing the effect it was having on me. I lost joy and peace. Though I was hurt I felt I had the right to punish those who hurt me. The interesting side was that I was hurting those who were ready to love me. This poem is from a deep side.
Hopes hanged above,
spread below like mat,
pragmatic lives in Hades
and God helps who help themselves
My father said:
No man walks off a good dream except those weaken by the aftermath of choices . That’s why thunder and lightening mate; to birth a pluviophile: someone who’d live to perform unrehearsed scripts.
The Lion stakes his claim
To the leadership of the pack
One more time we are strangers again
like it was from the start
no one to blame
no streaks of fake smiles.
The poem is basically saying “I am nothing because I’m not the source of inspiration but I am everything because I’m the vessel of providence’s great gift.”
The tale of being in a vast land of mine lingers in my heart,
I slept on a cliff of hope,
It never betrays those who believe.
The struggle with anxiety can be raw, scary, and debilitating. These poems about anxiety give a glimpse into the difficult struggle. Winifred’s poem is like moonlight piercing through wall cracks, unveiling anxiety.
This is a poem inspired by the numerous books written and published by the Late Chinua Achebe.
The Lord is my shepherd,
Though I sleep on the street;
I shall not want