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In a Coat of Pain

I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men—
doors painted with hope.
Swallowed pills of every size and colour.
Been told,
“This one never fails.”
Another promise—
fulfilled only in disappointment.

The body that once felt mine
now feels like a stranger’s—
still wearing my name tag.

I sleep early,
trying to rinse myself from pain,
but wake up
still dressed in it.

The coat I wear?
Pain-stitched—
by a tailor who graduated
from the school of suffering.

The smiles you see are plastic.
Built to trick the pain.
To reassure the guardian
sitting quietly in the corner
pretending not to notice
the storm I’m in.

My calendar?
Full of appointments...
and disappointments.

The Cost They Don’t Count
Medical bills grow
like small hills in the valley—
but never heal.
Budgets collapse
while symptoms stack.

And Then… the Silence
Friends fade.
Even those that once loved loud—
go quiet.
Even the ones at my bedside
steal a gaze,
but say nothing.

To the Caregiver—
I see you.

You give without asking back.
Your strength—
irreplaceable.
Your love—
unmatched.
Your smile—
illuminating.

And yet,
I know…
your silence carries
its own invisible scars.

And Still… I Carry Hope
Hope—
that married faith
and gave birth to victory.

So if you see me—
don’t just see the illness.

See the war I fight
just to exist.

By Davie Kaliu

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The One Within

There is a silent visitor inside you now —

softer than fresh-baked bread,
more precious than gifts from wise men of the East.
A second heartbeat,
gently echoing beneath your own.

You carry more than a name.
You carry memories yet to be made,
a mirror of past souls,
a vessel for tomorrow’s joy.

So walk gently,
eat wisely,
rest fully.

That bottle of cider —
it whispers lies.
That puff of smoke —
it scorches what is still becoming.

Feed this life with love,
with hope,
not with chemicals that dilute beautiful expectations.

Go.
Sit with those women in white —
the ones who read charts like oracles,
plotting the rise of a king or queen within your womb.
Let them weigh the weeks,
count your months like blessings.

Endure the prick of needles —
not just for you,
but for the strength of the life to come.

And when the countdown draws near,
remember:
Swollen feet will give way
to first smiles.
Too much sleep
will surrender to sleepless nights.
And sleepless nights
will bloom into stories —
told by the very angel
you now carry.

by Davie Kaliu

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Mystery in Nature

Why does the sky keep falling —
but never fall?
Each dusk a slow descent,
yet it never shatters.

How do planets remember
the path their fathers walked?
No traffic signs, whatsoever!
yet still, none collides with the other.

Why do clouds — swollen and quiet —
give birth to rain,
already full-grown,
ready to kiss the earth?

Who whispers to the raindrops
which road to take?
Which village to visit,
which river to fill?

How do babies breathe underwater,
in secret wombs,
wrapped in fluid,
unafraid, untouched by drowning?

Who painted the sky blue —
and not red, or pink,
or gold like morning fires?
Why does it never peel?

Where do plants sew their green?
And who assigned them
a uniform so consistent,
a badge of life?

Who taught the birds
to weave with twigs and time,
to shape cradles from wind,
to fold shelter from nothing?

And the sun —
who tells it when to burn,
and when to blink?

So many questions,
so few answers.
But still,
the earth turns.
The sky holds.
And I —

I stand in awe. 

by Davie Kaliu

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Whispers of the Wild

I walked where the trees don’t speak—

yet somehow, I heard everything.
The wind and the trees held secret meetings,
and the leaves nodded in agreement,
like spectators dressed in green.

The waters didn’t rush—
they marched steadily down the riverbank,
telling stories in ripples—
of rain that once fell,
and mountains they had kissed on the way.

The sun appeared,
golden and gentle.
Snakes and lizards lay still,
watching its every move,
careful not to miss a single step
that warmed every corner of the land.

And the birds—
they sang and danced
to the rhythm of the wind,
and to the slow ripening
of wheat and corn.

Even the silent waters grew bold—
I could hear their rhythm
as they carried a message
toward the sea.

A message sent
by the kings of the mountains
to the queen of the tides:

"Remind the man
who rides the wooden boat—

to plant more trees.

For when the last tree falls,
there will be no boat
strong enough
to ride the rising tide."

— By Davie Kaliu