Words too heavy,  
Too heavy to utter.  

Is it just me,  
Or am I lost in delusion?  
I want to shout—  
Shout the pain in my heart.  

I want to scream,  
Not merely utter them.  
Who will understand?  

My eyes bulge with sorrow,  
Yet they speak so little of my agony.  

How I pray,  
How I ask Him:  
Why is this my destiny?  

A destiny,  
A destiny—  
Can it not be changed?  
Please, help me.

As I stand before the altar of knowledge,
‎I am reminded of the weight of expectation.
‎The toil of my guardians, the pain they've endured,
‎To give me the gift of education, and a future assured.
‎
‎There are no two ways about it, I must win.
‎It is not a choice, but a mandate from within.
‎I am a cub, looking up to the lioness,
‎Learning to roar, to conquer, to be the best.
‎
‎Education is the key that unlocks the door,
‎To a world of possibilities, and a future in store.
‎It is the gift that keeps on giving,
‎A treasure trove of knowledge, that keeps on living.
‎
‎So I'll take up the challenge, and make it my own,
‎To add value to myself, and make my mark known.
‎I'll strive for excellence, and never give up the quest,
‎For knowledge is power, and education is the best.

This life—
A breath in retreat,
An echo lost among hollow songs.

What profit dwells
In building kingdoms of noise
While the spirit wanes,
Untouched, unknown?

We celebrate illusions—
Chasing flickers of worth,
Naming refuse as reward,
Wading through comforts
That silence the soul.

And yet, the heart knows:
Not every light is warmth.
Not every climb is ascent.

The truth unravels—
A quiet reckoning:
All striving apart from Him
Is wind in closed hands.

So I declare,
With eyes unclouded—
There is no life,
No enduring flame,
Where Christ is not.

It takes peace  
To close the weary eyes of the body,  
To quiet the restless whispers of the soul,  
To cradle the spirit in gentle stillness.  

It takes peace  
To unburden the bookshelves of a crowded mind,  
To lighten the weight pressing on the spirit.  

It takes peace  
To quicken the stride in life's unending race,  
To rise above the struggles that bind,  
To embrace each moment, truly alive.  

The Prince of Peace,  
The Word of God made flesh,  
Is the wellspring of all tranquility—  
He is peace himself,  
And so much more.

Believe
Word like mountain

"You are the one"
Believe

Staggering legs,
Dropping heart,
She had to stand

"You are the one"
She poured out

Constantly,
Minds battling
But
You are the one

He,
The potter blazes her core
"You are the one"

In the depths of our souls, a tempest rages
‎Anger, bitter blood, and a heart that's caged
‎The animalistic part of us, a beast that's untamed
‎Lurks in the shadows, waiting to be reclaimed
‎
‎We don our masks, a façade of civility
‎Concealing the destructive part, the chaos that we can't define
‎Some wear their hearts on their sleeves, unapologetic and bold
‎While others hide behind a veneer, their true selves yet untold
‎
‎We're humans, made in His image, or so we're told
‎But like rebellious puppets, we dance to our own beat, our own gold
‎We neglect our Potter, the one who shaped and molded us with care
‎And instead, we forge our own paths, with hearts that are hardened and bare
‎
‎In this world of chaos, where love and hate entwine
‎We search for a lifeline, a beacon that will guide us through the grime
‎And though we stumble, though we fall and lose our way
‎We'll rise again, for love and unity are the keys that will unlock our day.

I plan,  
I schedule,  
I envision,  
Dreams take shape within my heart,  
And my mind whispers, Yes, go forth.

Yet, like clay in the Potter’s hands,  
My fate is His to mold.  
Men may plan, but God ordains.  

I surrender—  
Not my will, but His be done.  
A child stepping beyond her parents' shadow,  
A woman facing the world's vast unknown,  
I long to be wrapped in the Almighty.  

For my strength will fail me—  
In this crash,  
In this rush,  
In this restless universe.  

Yet in Him alone,  
My spirit and soul  
Say Yes.

Let's feel the breath
Embrace the air

Live in the moment
With no cares

Cast your cares on Him
They that know Him
Knows Him

Work
But no toil

He gives His own rest
He blesses the work of their hands.

If penning my faith
In my Savior is a crime,
Then I’ll commit it—
Again and again.

If voicing the weight
Of my Lord is a felony,
Then let me indulge—
With joy in my soul.

Gifted are His children:
Some take the podium,
Some shape minds,
Some lay down in service.

Yes—
Gifted am I,
To masterfully imprint
Words that travel nations,
Writing His kingdom come.

Fulfilling my calling—
The Writing Evangelist.

If life bent to our will,  
Would it truly be easier?  

I can't speak for others,  
But I believe everyone craves success.  
Who dreams of failure?  
And yet they say,  
"Destiny is in your hands."  

How true is that?  
Destiny in my hands—  
Really?  

I have cried rivers.  
I have walked through storms.  
Can something be done?  

Just let me live.  
For me, life means:  
Success unshaken,  
Peace unbroken,  
A purpose fulfilled.  

I can't tell for others,  
But I must make it.  
Destiny is in my hands—  
Not because they said it,  
But because I choose it.  

I will leave my mark.  
My legacy.

Have you thought of it?  
Have you wondered about it?  
Pondered over it,  
Rummaged through its depths?  

See.  
Look.  
Observe.  
Understand.  

We will stand before our Creator—  
God.  
Our lives laid bare before Him.  
He sees.  
He looks.  
He observes.  

Are you worthy of life?  
Or doomed to death?  

Eternal life is real.  
Eternal death is real.  
This is no longer a joke.  
The weight of reality presses down:  
We have a Maker,  
And He will judge.  

The last days are upon us.  
Blessed are those  
Who remain faithful to the end.

Connection meant to be
But alas, only in your eyes

Certainty crept in
But you fought the fogs

Behold, " It is"
But swept by reality.

This has to end
No connection worth you
Fantasies of the reality
I prayed
But shocked

It was a lie
All along
Wells of my eyes
I will let out
But sealed

I AM DONE.

In a chaos
In a turmoil
Torn in between
Are you He?
My Lord?
The one I am to submit to

I always ask this question
Over and over again
I want to love
I want to hate
But I see just you
In the eyes of my heart
I see just you

You are bold,
You are confident,
You are strong,
You just have to believe.

Little mistakes speak volumes.
The volumes your heart aches when told.

Low self esteem eating deep,
You got no one.

The eyes staring at you,
They accusing you
Without words, you know.

My hands and legs,
Quivering like leafs.
I hate myself for my low self confidence.

‎A burden on my heart
‎To rest in His presence
‎
‎A burden in my heart
‎To rest with My Comfort
‎
‎A Spirit cries
‎The Holy Spirit
‎Looking for men
‎
‎Oh am I worthy
‎Please, here I am
‎Am I worthy
‎
‎Pick me
‎Dust me
‎Mould me
‎Form me
‎Make me
‎That vessel of honor yielding
‎To You - Lord
‎
‎Oh my Love
‎Search no more
‎Here I am
‎Your burden
‎My burden
‎Your tears
‎My tears
‎
‎I am here
‎Send me
‎Use me
‎Spend my life
‎
‎Search no further Lord
‎Weep no more King
‎Here I am
‎

I know a Hero —  
A mother goose,  
Watching over her chicks  
With love and grace.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
She is my world.  
God knows I speak the truth;  
He blessed me with her.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
Without her, my life is void.  
Oh, my Hero.  

While other chicks speak  
Of their proud Roosters as heroes,  
I speak of her —  
Not as a Heroine,  
For calling her that  
Would only lessen her strength.  
She is my Hero.

In her gentle hands, I was held,
From her loving chambers, I came forth to dwell.
A woman, yet an ocean vast,
Filled with precious treasures that forever will last.

Vast and virtuous, she stands apart,
One of a kind, a loving heart.
She broods over her own with care,
Nurturing and guiding with a love beyond compare.

She provides, she supplies, and she loves unconditionally,
A blessing from God, a treasure to me.
Unspoken are the sacrifices she's made,
A true personality, in every way.

My guiding light, my shining star,
Forever in my heart, near and far.
She is the figure,
The personality I revere.

Life gazes back, unblinking.
You whisper, “I can make it too.”

Connections unravel, delicate threads
“Blood is thicker,” they insist—  
But truth sours on the tongue,  
Lies, lies, lies.  

You stand alone, a solitary sentinel,
Your shield is self-awareness,  
The only armor that holds.  

No bond can bear the weight.
The clock ticks, each second a revelation.  
Time, the ultimate revealer,  
Shows you standing, solitary,  
No eyes to meet, no hands to grasp.  

It’s a facade, a fleeting feeling—  
Lies,  
And yet,  
It is the truth.  

No one proves worthy.
You have only yourself,  
Your own reflection to rely upon.  

Standing for yourself—this is all that remains.

We are the backbones,  
We care.  
For the sick, we stand and fight,  
Advocating day and night.

In the shadows of white coats,  
We follow their lead.  
Through tears and pain,  
We endure,  
Because the sick are our need.

In the turmoil of the wards,  
We calm the storm.  
We keep the hospital steady,  
In every form.

Though often overlooked,  
We are the silent core.  
The health sector's lifeblood,  
Its operating system and more.

The comfort of the sick—  
Our unwavering aim.  
Their well-being is our pride,  
And their healing, our claim.

The anxiety
The worry
Looking at you
Helpless

Flimsy as they are
They can't stop a trusting heart

A trusting heart in God
He began
He will accomplish

Perfect

Appointment planned, agreed upon,
In perfect harmony, our schedules had won.
The appointed day arrived, I sat and waited,
Glancing at the clock, my patience created.

Time ticked on, the scheduled hour slipped away,
I grew annoyed, my frustration here to stay.
Just when I thought the wait would never cease,
You strolled in, with a smile, and a gentle breeze.

"Elegantly late," you said with a grin,
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism within.
Is lateness elegance, or just a lack of care?
I pondered this, as you stood there.

My eyes red
Red as tomatoes

My heart pounding
On my chest like a baseball

I believed You
I believed You

Why
Please tell me why

Implanted by hands like no other,
Planted by a mind wider than the universe,
Watered by the river of living water.

The seed buds—
Budding, glowing, blooming—
Under the watchful gaze of the Bloomer.

He has cultivated fertile soil,
Enriched with manure of wisdom and grace.
The flower blooms, shining,
Lifting its face to His Sun—the Bloomer.

I am in Him,
Just as He is in the Father.
I am a branch in the True Vine,
Rooted, flourishing, everlasting.

Hallelujah.

Ticking,
Ticks,
Tick goes the time—
A rhythm unbroken,
A beat beyond our grasp.

No space to dissipate,
No void in time.
It marches forward,
Unyielding,
Untouched by our pleas.

Time is ever-present,
Yet never ours.
It slips through fingers
Like sand in an open palm,
A constant that we cannot own.

Those who know
Feel the pulse of the clock.
They understand the watch—
It beats for those who seize it,
For those who rise to its challenge.

Do you hear it?
The whisper of moments
Passing unclaimed?

Rise.
Face the ticking drum.
It's time.

A Heart Cries

Speak to me, Lord —
I am listening.
Silence the noise within my spirit,
Still the voices of my mind.
Let Your voice echo through me,
Resounding, clear, and true.

Come alive in me, Lord —
Be more real than my very flesh.
Align my heart with Yours,
Shape my will to follow You.

Feed me not with milk, but with bones —
With wisdom, with truth, with strength.
Revitalize my spirit,
Nourish my soul,
Enrich my life with Your presence.

Oh Lord, I am Yours.

Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.

Crowns bow
No question asked

It is clear
God is King
King of kings

Nations today see
One Creator, One Lord

He is the Almighty
The I am that I am

He is He
No question asked

I strayed—
A lost sheep,
Wandering far from my Shepherd.

Ashamed and bare,
I fled from Him
Instead of running to Him.

Yet still,
He came searching—
The Good Shepherd,
Tender and true.
But my heart was hardened,
Steeped in iniquity,
I stood still.

Many times,
I longed to return,
But the thief,
Whispering through my fears,
Kept me hidden.

Now I must return—
I’ve wandered too long.
He is merciful,
Ready to forgive.

Yet still, I tremble...
His presence feels too holy—
My sins,
A stinging slap to my face.
But His gift—
Eternal life
Through Christ.

Never again to run,
I step into
The throne room of mercy—
To obtain grace,
And be made whole.

I will not hold my peace.
He came,
He died,
He rose,
He reigns—our Savior eternal.

My voice will not falter.
I speak with bold authority,
For He is my Commander,
And I follow His call.

My life is His,
And in Him, I live.
He is my one true love,
The eternal Lover of my soul.

I sought for identity in men—
Fragments of worth in fleeting hands.
I dug deep into the world,
Craving meaning in shifting sands.

Desperate to uncover
Why my soul was stitched with breath,
I wandered through hollow echoes,
Dancing near the edge of death.

Every day,
Still wrapped in hopeless haze,
I pushed on blindly—
Chasing treasures without a map,
Trading joy for empty praise.

I was lost...
A silent searcher beneath loud skies,
Till that divine, unmarked day
When mercy found me—
Not in punishment, but embrace.

I was arrested,
Not by chains of law or man,
But by the gentle grip of grace—
An unseen hand
That led me out of shadow’s place.

Since then,
Love clothed my naked ache,
Bundled me in purpose,
And whispered truths I never knew to seek.

Now lost in Love,
I wander dawn to dusk
With eyes wide to the miracle
That He—still—loves me so.