I love the ocean but I hate the beach.
I feel out of place.
I feel it used to be our place.
A place we could run free.
A place where we could just be.
Listening to the waves crash down one on another just like our bodies crashing together.
I may never go back to the beach.
But every time I hear the waves it’s like I’m there again.

Loving myself is hard.
And I hardly know you God.
Loving with a hard heart is hard.
Loving others when I am filled with fear won't work.
You say to me " Don't be ashamed of who you are."
When you say that Lord you crack the stone around my heart.
I am starting to fear less.
And starting to actually love.
Teach me Lord, how to Love.
I really do not know....
I really do not know you...
Reveal yourself to me, I pray.
I want to know you.
To learn to love and to fear you.
To not be ashames of who I am because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.... Thank you Lord... For telling me that.

Yesterday I had thought
about tomorrow.
Today I have some big
plans for tomorrow.
Now that it is here,
I'm still not fully
prepared for it,
for this tomorrow can
never be filled.
No one has ever lived
or stepped into tomorrow
or even beyond it,
but we all are carriers of tomorrow's
seed with great potentials.
We can but only envision,
dream of it,
plan and plan
but never really satisfied.
It is funny how people
struggle for it,
instead of just living for today.
Our lives has meaning if we can
but only live for this
moment here and now.
In living for just today
we fully enjoy what it has to offer
just for this moment.
There will be no tomorrow
for anyone who has not sowed
any seed into it today,
for such a one will
only meet a farrow and
barren land with no crops to harvest.
Work diligently with
all your might to make today
the best day ever.
As an important part of your life,
just live for today,
that is why it is here to meet you.
Enjoy it fully for it is yours.
The tomorrow you wait for may never come,
by reason of the long absence,
death could carry us away,
but today is here now at this moment,
welcome it with joy in your heart.
Cultivate in it and sow in it,
and the dividends will satisfy you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

legs held tight.
knees bent.
gate locked.
door opened.
lights hitting my leg.
lights passing through the gate,
shadows like bars.
wrapped my legs.
trapped inside.
even though the doors are opened.
Trapped within the comforts of my home.
I wander.
I try to act like i am free.
like i am outside, carefree.
legs bandaged with two hands.
i sit and wait.
for the next day to come.

If I was blind, would I be braver?
If I was deaf, would I be able to speak?
If I was just a bit taller, would I be able to ask?
If I was just a bit stronger, would I be able to share?
If I was...

Blood, sweat, and tears.
Laughter, dancing, and stories.
Thank you for painting the numbers on apartments.
Thank you for building the house I am living in now and many others too.
Thank you for paving the stones and cement on the floor so that I could place my feet on solid ground.
Thank you for cleaning the streets, for building the shelters from place to place.
Sorry for people walking past you and not simply recognizing your face.
Sorry for treating you all like strangers.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale,
That is what I always remind myself to do. To simply breath.
It's hard when your chest is tight.
Your heart is heavy.
Your mind with thoughts of death.
I am so afraid.
Disappointed and alone.
I am on this journey on my own.
I am at home but still a stranger to my own bones.
I feel my heart pumping.
I see my heart pumping.
Trying to survive.
I forget to breath sometimes.
Just sometimes.
I gasp for air when I remember to breath only to forget a  breath later.
One day I am going to forget and not remember.....

|Never leave hope
failure is just a beginning to success..|