Edoja Faith Poet Didactic

Exhale

The tides are dark driven,
The waves are not fair,
Like black mamba on defensive position,
Life could strike.

Your hope could be an earthen vessel,
Your problems.. Thor's hammer,
Your life's wire could be a flat tyre,
And your troubles a nailed track.

Calm down..
Breathe..
EXHALE..
This is not the end.

When you become a laughing stock,
Only good enough to laugh at,
Your name bringing witty whispers,
And spark gossips.

When your joy is just a tear drop,
And your sorrows a thirsty dried dessert,
Your bliss is a snack,
And your worries a lion's lack.

Calm down,
Breathe,
EXHALE.
This is not the end.

The destination is a million mile,
And you seem to be on snail speed,
One day you will look at the destination,
And be grateful for the journey.

So calm down,
Breathe,
EXHALE..
This is not the end.

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Beata Agustin November 20, 2024 at 9:21 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.