A journey called life

as you walk ,

there are talks

that discourage you to attract you flower

to get the power , every hour .

If you want to do it

Do it, since life is too short,

It’s shorter than a blink of an eye

It like a destiny rope whereby the devil

And god has the weapon to cut it,

It is made up of threads, twisted like decreasing the

Water of a wet cloth, sometimes we are eaten by the things

In life that no one can explain, as you seat in a silent

Place, you secrets are the noise that create this havoc in

One’s head, the voices that are unusual,

Let them say what they want to say , but they won’t

Change who you  are , they will gain nothing, because if

You let them, the demon’s teeth will eat you and

Their voices will destroy you,

When you see them , chew the seeds of hope

Drink the water of faith ,they will give up

Like the devil, they want to see you down like a dead

Bird , today is born and buried anger is the devil’s dinner

The devil’s satisfaction   is you hurt.

It might take half of your life for you to realise

That your heart might have blank spaces that

Can destroy you ,life might turn around , secrets might

Haunt you, people might hate ,  life might attack where life hurts

Most, like a paralysed animal you might not move, defenceless

And you’ll have no  the courage to move as you pick yourself up

If you don’t do it for yourself , do it for the one who beared every

Pain for the period of nine months, because she carried you knowing you're

worth living and she loved you since the first second she held you,

Don’t be that person who ask everyone the purpose

Of life , do it for the person who put food everyday on

The table, for your supportive siblings and friends

 if you don't do it for any of them , to do it for the creator.