Your survival is not by your strength,
But the longer you sustain your breath,
Depending on how you weild against death,
And keeping faith as your sheath
Mostly when you look around,
Without fear you think out loud,
Verily, your life isn't yet sound,
and the thoughts of making mama proud,
Seems to be the wake up call,
Many a times you've risen from the fall,
But its constant that you keep standing tall,
Anyways, you got no choice all in all,
So on the long run,
You keep waiting for your turn,
Going through these periods really aint no fun,
Wishing for a very quick overturn,
With life giving you so many options,
You undergo pressure with loosed up reactions,
And act with inadequate precautions,
Eventually, life places you in different ambitions,
Living in a way you thought you can't
You only know what you want,
But only to yourself you rant,
All is well is now what you chant,
Tell it to yourself that you believe,
In what you can absolutely achieve,
Without giving up on what you perceive,
That will bring your life much relieve.
Poem title - Save you from yourself
Writer - Iyiola azeez
©2019
