On ageing

In my thoughts, in my head, in my journal. Here.

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Win your battle before you come home to mine.

Don’t remind me the trails of footsteps I face everyday.

It’s not enough to live young, wild and free because I know of places that don’t bring me such experiences.

Hold onto the existence, let what you have to say complement mine. Let what you have to give add up.

Don’t scare me with silence. Don’t tell me I’m too young to learn what grey hair can teach. It’s my cup of tea.

I am not here to prove how much neither do I seek accomplishments that will one day be forgotten.

I’ve been told countless times to win, win and win but I never got led to. My bruises, pain, tears, countless failures equals me.

Give me what you call wisdom, give me peace of mind. I’ll find my fun,my energy, my space and most importantly, me in all of it. Let me be.

Ageing is just a state of mind.

Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.

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365 Days #26

Though the moon it’s time prevails

I know of a festive period

When the tick tocks unending

unmeaning less hour glass abound

from its premier to its 12th ember

Days and weeks are told,

But the sun joins never with the moon.

I hear the farmers call afar

the seasons far affront

My nation calls for renew

yet I remain the same, not for my leap there in.

Love and anxiety cries for a year more

But am no giver, am only nature

still hope and future I be.

Even my revolve I ought not to apprise

It’s summer’s winter again is waded

I am never in a haste to come, to breed?

So wait again, again and again until my shadow amidst

Am here now, forever and ever.

Poem of Hope. I pray each year we are given to live brings grace and bountiful blessings past all our struggles and pain. Feel free to share your own poems and thoughts on today’s reflection. Thank you

#TheGoodInMe

Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.