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It is clear—
Like the sunny sky.
I went through this wrong,
So why must I follow everyone,
Believe their description of Him,
When they never touched Him
Like I did?
I understand—this is faith:
Knowing you might be wrong,
But not caring.
This is it, the final nail—
I shall carve my path,
With Him as my guide,
With pride and strength.
And if I am wrong?
So what.
This is my faith—
My unstoppable force,
My unmovable mountain.
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
On this path I walk,
On this road I drive,
I am hit with a question—
Now in His presence:
Where is me?
Must I give me for Him—
The me filled by scars from life,
Who learned and grew from each?
Where is the line
Where me starts
And He ends?
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
How does he do it?
Why does he do it?
Even through my bladed insults,
My vengeful soul—
He still waited for me,
Leaving a letter,
Waiting for my eyes:
His proof of love.

— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
Dsurvival Jun 14
I know not the atrocities
Stored in your mind—
The gift life left inside.

But believe my words,
For it is truth:

It will heal.
The cuts left on you,
The bruises from man.

And in its wake—
Strength.
From its scabs—
Growth.
Dsurvival Jun 14
In this turbulent sea of life,
With waves of despair,
All we have is our little raft of hearts,
With its oar we call us.

But even in this raft,
Even within the storm,
We push.
For although our raft is small,
Although our oar is weak—

We move through it all,
Through the storms against us.
Dsurvival Jun 11
The dark alley,
Its ***** ground,
The sad children
With hungry sound.

This was my morning, afternoon, and night—
This was my life.
Of mud and mice.

Now, I lie on beds like clouds,
Wear clothes fit for kings,
And eat meals of gods.

Yes, I live a life of envy.
But at what cost?
My pure hands now stained with blood,
My soft heart turned to stone.

Yes, I have it all—
But at what cost?
Dsurvival Jun 11
Memories—
That is all I have.
Of your smile,
Of your touch,
Of your tears,
Of our time.

That is all I have—
Memories.
Fleeting memories,
Changing memories,
Fading memories.

And no prayer,
No science,
No ceremony,
No time—
Can change that fact.
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