YOU SEE ME IN A WAY I DON’T SEE ME

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?

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

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© SylviaChika 2016

THE SOWER

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

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© SylviaChika 2016

THE BEACH AT NIGHT

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

Peace

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

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© SylviaChika 2016

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