Can I still be the one, I use to be?
In my personal meditation, I sought for myself and remembered where I once was. Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes to cover the face but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.
Bringing yourself to your estimation, are you still marketable? Ebbs, the wind may have blown you away, the rain wet you within, and the sun without, and darkness may have stripped you off your virtues.
Then seeing the future lay ahead with endless possibilities, the journey will still be as exciting as trying knowing that their can still be the emergence of new you.
We enter into coma when we stop believing in our realities, stretching our lives to its elasticity. Plugged the round peg in a square hole, watching a clockless time, spoke marvelous but empty words.
But it's dawn, new beginning is possible. Their can still be hope inside holes. Lets all arise and welcome the new us and declare our asset and worth. We can still be what we wanno be... Happy New month pals..,.....
Pruner Onyeka O Onyeka
