debbie-ogenyi
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My thoughts translate to words..words become poetry.whats left to do with a rich imagination but write. / I'm simply living / Twitter:@Debiraay / http://debiraayinspires.blogspot.com.ng/?m=1 / [email protected]
My hands
source of my wealth
Source of my pain
on one hand blessing
on the other curses
My hands
Source of my health or Death
I get to choose
keep it clean and live
let it be and die
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
THE TRAVELER
Traveling the dusty path of life
Overwhelmed with so much strife
Knocked down ten times by fear
Carrying load of regret heavy to bear
Staggering yet no one to hold
For men around are after gold
How could they see her worth
When She could not see her worth
Toxic words as arrows pierce right through her
Mockery whispers emanate from within her
Should she stop traveling?
lay in the sand sorrowing?
For there is strength to move on
No gumption to live on
Suffocated by self depreciation
For she got no validation
She was not meant to pass by
To breathe a while and die
they gave her no chance to stay
believing she didn’t have a say
Today she is awake
No more crying by the lake
For its time she rises above her fears
Far above the drowning ocean of her tears
Today she steps out
Erasing all doubt
She is not just passing by
She is here for a purpose
Carrying much gold on the inside
Aware that she can no longer hide
More than just a traveler
She has a voice
A voice the world needs to hear
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Racing through yesteryears panting from endless roam
A futile journey of wishful thinking
A yearning for more trophies
Racing through yesreryears
Pondering over questions unanswered
A wasted time of deep reflection
A heart desiring to be free
Racing through yesteryears
Wondering why he had no wins
Wounds unhealed,pain unending
All because he keeps digging the past
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Cool morning breeze blows
Sun rising over my head
My heart awakens once more
Love fragrances lingers morning by morning
Love has come to stay
Keeping me warm through cold nights
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
Just in time
He shows up
Takes my hand
Captures my heart
Just in Time
He shows up
Not so perfect
But just enough
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
I slept with a beating heart
Woke to the same rhythm
Like African drums from far
I feel my soul cringe
My body leap with fear
I think death more often than not
There is an unsettling I cant explain
Sometimes the source of pain is clear
Other times too complex to figure out
How my tongue no longer taste
My mind has gone numb
Life essence is lost
As the clarity of worthlessness is evident
Once I thought I was more than this
Now I'm completely unsure...
In the midst of it all I choose to smile
To raise my hope above once again
I had to become sure of all I hoped for
I celebrate every day I wake up to
And above all celebrate me
All that I am and will be
I am valuable, I am priceless
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
I try to hold back my emotions
Protect my fragile heart
I try to say its all a lie
To make my feelings fade
How can I be love struck again
This unending circle of events
A music I have danced to before
It feels just the same as yesterday
He stretches his hands for a dance
I reach forth with a smile
So with my racing heart
I take this ride and choose to enjoy
Trusting this driver is better than the last
Forgetting my hurts and learning laugh
Simply because I am love struck again
This song I have heard so many times
The melody brings many memories
Same old music,different dance partner
So I close my eyes,lost in the dance
Just to open my eyes and see me dancing alone
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
Here I am sitted again
Options laid before me
Another path so enticing
Too many meals before me
All these calling out my name
How do I choose just one
My feet longs for every path
My tongue waters for every bite
Just then heart whispers contentment
So I followed my heart and found peace
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Poor Ignorance
Searches for treasures
Held by his own hands
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
Walking corpse,dead while breathing
Lost hope and shattered dreams
I see broken hearts ,unhealed wounds
Guilt and pain carried over day after day
Come alive,come alive
Know that you have a portion
Within you lies a solution
Why are you hoarding your gifts
Come alive,the times require you alive
No one will do what you are meant to do
There is your purpose,stored within you
Yet you are moping and letting time go
Why are you breathing really?
When your purpose is undiscovered
Constantly sapping and never replenishing
You are meant to be Alive and add value
Come alive this is the land of the living
And Don't think you have much time here
Get over that pain so you can help others
Arise and begin to shine forth
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC