A letter to an older me
This life is like an open sea
Everyone is trying to stay afloat
You have to man your own boat

Out here, it's really cold
It is every man for himself
They will say they love you but really they don't
You have to believe in yourself

In God only, you should put your trust
Keep your spirit elated
Keep your mind motivated
Keep your heart clean towards all men

Trust me, the sea will get stormy
Keep your eyes on God Almighty
Surround yourself with good company
Men and women with positive energy

Always follow your heart
It sure knows the path
You would make some mistakes
Learn as much as you can

Wisdom is a principal thing, get it
Expect less from people but be willing to help
Be full of gratitude, show it every time u can
Don't keep grudges, forgive but keep the lessons in your hands

Be positive at all times
Tough times don't last, tough people do
Don't worry, I believe in you
If I have more information, I'll send it to you

Forgiveness
liberates
the forgiver.
Healing
never finishes
without
the offended
forviging
the offender.

Surrounded by blessings, it's all I see & hear
Lack is noise and it's being cancelled out
Wherever the enemy stays, lurking
I have Angels around, constantly watching
All of my supplies come from above,
I have no fears of it running out
When things look a little undesirable,
Stressing & worrying are unrequired,
I simply lift up my voice like a mass choir
And He does the works of His hands like He's unretired
A blessed life is that of faith & not of senses.

Misinformation is a tool used
by the media to ***** those
who would not dig to the root,
to find the truth.

What's the use of a huge load of
information if it ain't true—it's no good

Bold captions aren't always true depiction
of the actual situation
Don't be played by corporations
and institutions that want to keep
us in subjection.

Beware of their manipulations
Stay woke!

What an amazing Masterpiece you are
But, a Masterpiece cannot be valued by all
If allowed, some would even rip it into pieces
See, it's easier to admire (like) something
than to cherish (care for) that same thing

Plus, some people are not ready to make sacrifices
So, protect your heart, knowing how valuable it is
Don't place it into any hand that doesn't know its worth
Remember, you are God's cherished Masterpiece.

...And this time
She didn't want him to fix her situation
She only needed him to listen carefully
To understand her feelings & emotions
without him trying to offer any solution

But his brain was like a search engine
Busy scanning and searching for answers
Thus, failing to make an emotional connection.

*******... She reached for the door
But he was wise enough to not let her go
Then he asked where he had gone wrong
With tears in her eyes, she said...
Empathy means more to her than a quick fix

And he totally agreed that he had flawed
He then listened intently to her, knodding
his head as she poured out her heart
And that night ended with a warmly hug
That's all she desired & she slept with a smile.

I can't understand why I'm still breathing
You were my reason for living
I can't believe one day u would be leaving
As I'm writing this, I'm weeping
I just hope you are kidding
Baby, I'm right here pleading
I cry out loud, pls recieve me!

Why is it easier to spread the message of
fear and get the people terrified, petrified
Than it is to propagate the message of
love and get the people inspired, unified.

Is fear truly more powerful than love?
Does fear have a stronger grip than love?
Are we more receptive to fear than love?
Are we more fed with fear than love?
Is love the answer or is love overrated?

Or maybe I should just ask—
what really is Love?

Here's my hand
Hold it tight
As we walk this path
It's a journey of love

It's a winding road
There are parts we can't yet see
Some nights would be cold
But we will walk it still

Along this path
Some beasts will appear
To set us apart
But let go not this hand

We'll make every moment count
No dreams of a promise land
'cause that's the land we're standing on
Remember no matter what,
Let go not this hand.

This life that I live
Is a second version of you
Or an exact copy of you
I might as well live it in you

My vision is blurred
So is my mission flawed
Because I lost mine,
And what I'm living is yours

I wanted to be like you
It appears I've forgone my path
Now, I need to get it right
And get back on my track

I'm done with you
I'm tired and sick
I don't mean to disrespect you
But I figured my life is unique!