if only you tried
a little harder
waited, a little longer

you would of heard me
a choir
a symphony
an orchestra

amongst the graveyards of silence
a discarded daughter

a child in a school yard
lamb to the slaughter

i’m the aloe soothe
disguised as cacti
and the sweat profuse
under strain
the exile of water


resilience is an art
buried amongst the ruins of ancients
we have no bear for one another
because we have no bear for ourselves
with ourselves

expecting to be accomplished
out of the womb

expecting to be whole
without a part of us ever separating


Art by: David Uzochukwu





let the knife have its way
that is what patience is

And the knife can come
in many forms of hurt
but the way, is to remain silent
and to introvert

A partner, a child
a brother or parent
money, material, whatever
it’s still heaven sent

To grow, to become
to solidify like cement
you have to be willing
to be broken, torn refashioned and bent

Refusing the cut, the sever
the pain and darkness
shows naivety and arrogance
leaves you the confused mess

Mend by allowing
the wound to expose
and become wisdom
experienced, and one who knows

With the healing, traverse
and find others like you
who are bereft and broken
hold their hands, show them how to get through



patience and gratitude

Patience and gratitude
A reflection of attitude
Contentment of multitude
Adornment of plenitude
Calm of certitude
The seal of aptitude
Elevation of altitude
The souls amplitude

This was inspired by the previous post which was a quote from the infamous Omar Ibn Al-Khattab, but that’s what reading a quote from a heavyweight does to you.
It leaves you with an ocean of thoughts and inspiration.
Reading their whole works drowns you.
Maybe that is why I haven’t found much comfort in fiction.
I can’t digest three hundred pages of a person trying to take you on their journey with little prose, little wisdom, little truth. If you can’t satiate your reader with boundless meaning in a line, then you need to work more on reading non fiction poetry and works of masters.
I’ve never read a great writer who didn’t bathe in works of these masters.

Patience and Gratitude


If patience were a camel
And gratitude were a camel
I would not care which one
I ride on
– Omar Ibn Al-Khattab

I wish people truly internalised the significance of this saying. I wish it didn’t need explanation for the majority of people. Some will take the superficial beauty and run with it. But it is so much more. I wont explain my internalisation of it, that’s mine alone but I encourage you to spend more than a minute. Spend an hour with this quote and read it over and over again until you find it.