I know great authors
with too much pride
hanging over their shoulders –
Writing, painting pictures
and scribbling down their thoughts
was their calling
but they chose to call it off –
They weren’t into fame
but their content
was content enough
to have moved them across oceans -:
I’ve been living on my knees;
going down on my knees,
praying they heed back into poetry
but the silence from God
was enough for me to read
between the lines -:
Though I still flourish in faith;
I’ve decided to let fate
play its role -: