Wednesday, 23 March 2016


You see me in a way I don’t see me
How do you do that?
I don’t even see me that way
The things you say…
…they sound good
They put me in a good mood
How do you do that?
You speak kind words
You make me feel good
You make me look good
You tell me nice things
You make me believe I have wings
Wings to fly
To fly high
You make me want to try
Try to be a better version of me
Why do you see me this way?
You amaze me!
Thank you!
I’m grateful!
I’m thankful!
Thank you for seeing me in a way I don’t see me!
Thank you for believing in me!
Thank you for encouraging me!
Thank you for accepting me!
Thank you for being you!

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2016

Friday, 11 March 2016


She gathered her seeds
Her seeds of good deeds
It was time to plant again
The season for sowing
She scouted around for good land
Seeds in her hand
She walked in love
In search of good soil
Not too much toil
Very little sweat
She found her land
Good, fertile soil
She planted the seeds
The seeds of kindness
Seeds of good deeds
She watered them with love
Selfless love
Pure love
Soil wet
She watched them grow
Beautiful trees so tall and strong
Spring green leaves
Sweet and juicy fruits
What a great harvest!
She filled her bags
And strolled off in joy
Some she kept
< So much left >
Some she gave
< It still remained >
Some she sowed
< And the cycle continued >
With great joy, she sowed again
With great joy, she harvested
The story of the sower
The sower of good deeds

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2016

Thursday, 3 March 2016


She ran!
Away from the noise
Away from all her troubles
Away from her sorrows
Away from their judgmental stares
The useless side talks
The back biting
She ran!
Away from it all
And into the warm embrace of the night
The road was lonely
But she cared not
It was just what she needed
The beauty of silence
She arrived at her destination
Her place of solace
Her favorite spot
Her favorite time of the day
The beach at night
Beautiful it was
She loved the beach at night
No one in sight
Just right!
She inhaled the salty air
And exhaled the foul air of strife
Just what she needed
It was cold
But she cared not
The peace felt like a warm blanket around her
She needed this
The ocean was magnificent
It brought joy to her soul
She smiled at its powerful waves
They beat hard against the face of the ocean
They spoke kind words to her
And approached her feet in submission
Kissing the shoreline
This thrilled her
She sat before it
Savoring her few hours of bliss and solitude
She looked up at the moon and smiled
The moon smiled back at her
Her night friend
He loved her frequent visits here
She loved them too
The perfect therapy!
She tried to bury all sad thoughts
The drama and pain she left behind
She deserved this peace
Tomorrow she’ll fight again
But tonight she would savor this beautiful view
And drink it all in…sweet peace!

By Sylvia Chika
© SylviaChika 2016

The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea. - Isak Dinesen