THE EYES THAT SAW THE TRUTH

Secrets well hidden

Mysteries only I knew

Lies only I spoke

A fabrication of the truth

Comfort I found

Living a life of lies

Filled with sweetness and deceit

I never saw you coming

A glass house I dwelled in

But I was careless

I let the kids throw stones

I let my guard down

My fences became invisible

The line I drew…fading white

Eyes that saw through black glass

The eyes that broke the ice

The eyes that threw the largest stone

The stone that brought it all down

The eyes that saw through the lies

Eyes I dreaded

Eyes that could rewrite my story

Eyes that faded all lines

The eyes that forced the truth out of its cage

The eyes that tore the veil

Naked I became

Rid of clothes

Naked and in the cold

Undressed for all to see

By Sylvia Chika

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THE PAIN THAT TEARS MY HEART APART

Have you ever tasted a restrained sob

No? Well I have

You don't get to taste d salt of your tears

All you taste is pain

Your throat constricts

Your eyes burn

You wish an end to the stabbing pain in your heart

And you cry out loud without a sound

Your stomach hurts

I look around for a place to weep

Nowhere in sight

Busy streets

Nosy neighbors

A one minute cry

A one million crowd

Steers of pity and curiosity

My mission for peace fails

So my aching legs hurry...hurry...hurry...without taking a break

I cover ground as quick as a rolling ball...

I clench my fists as I hold back another sob

Off off I go

Sweet peace I seek

A place to cry I desire at that moment

A broken heart

A pretty soul

The pain that tears my heart apart

By Sylvia Chika

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The Sinking Ship

Frozen beneath the ocean

Lost in a world of cold

Down down he goes

Both hands above his sinking head

Frozen fingers in search of his love

A sunken ship

A freezing night

Filled with disaster and screams

Voices wailing in desperation

Bodies floating in chaos

Pieces of our once loved ship everywhere

This abyss was dreadful to the living

Down down she went

A plunge to the heart of the ocean

A loud cry she gave

The deafening sound drowned their cry

Down below she went

Stealing the beats of many hearts

The cold won the fight

The Olympians won again

And down below did the Titan go again

By Sylvia Chika

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In a place...I found

In a place of none and nothing

I found something

In a place of lack and scarcity

I found abundance

In a place of poverty and indigence

I found wealth

In a place of war and conflict

I found peace

In a place of sorrow and mourning

I found joy

In a place of sickness and affliction

I found health

In a place of barrenness and impotence

I found fruitfulness

In a place of loneliness and desolation

I found company

In a place of no you

I found you

By Sylvia Chika

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WHY

Why walk without God, when you can walk with God

Why live life without God, when you can live a life with God

Why dance for man, when you can dance for God

Why sing for man, when you can sing for God

Why worry, when you can pray to God

Why struggle, when you can ask God

Life is simple

Why complicate it

By Sylvia Chika

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FOREVER ONE

The dusty wind carried a scent

He wasn’t sure of what it was

Yet he took a deep breath

And filled his wide wrinkled nostrils with a dose of fresh dust

One would wonder why he was unperturbed by the dust

But the joy in his heart knew no bounds

He turned around and he saw her

The queen of his heart

She blew hard on the burning wood

She always found it difficult lighting the fire

This was her limitation

But it was his strength

So he hurried towards the love of his life

And held her frail hands to stop her from trying harder

He puts some more dry leaves on the burning wood

And he blew hard

So hard that he felt like a dragon

The soot covered kettle rattled a bit as the fire surround its little frame

She smiled at him sweetly

She might be imperfect to the world

But she was perfect for him

She was his sunshine

And his mission was to love her

To cherish her and make her smile till his dying day

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His shaky hands held her frail and aging hands

Oh yes! This was her husband

Sixty years with a man who made her smile

Challenges came…Challenges spoke

But together they united and fought the trials

An army they both were

A commander and priest he was to her

A leader in their home

A husband…a lover

He rose to his feet and pulled her up to hers

The dusty wind hit her hard

And she cringed

But still her heart was glad

Like a teenager, she walked into his warm embrace

Every scar on his wrinkled skin was a mark of victory

His strength she admired

Their seeds she cherished

A man of honor and sincerity he was

Sixty years had passed since she said yes to him

Sixty years of love and submission

And despite the death of two kids

They stood strong

United they stood

Forever one

By Sylvia Chika

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Alone At Christmas

Hiding from the next burst of dusty air

He scrambles further into the rusted tank

Hiding from truth and false realities of joy

The mice around him seem busy

Fighting for the last crumbs of bread

Their spiky fur now dusty and unfriendly

This was a home he now loved

One human inhabitant and a thousand mice

This rusted old tank was all he had

All he owned

All he inherited from the its previous tenant

It was all he could ever give as a gift

He hugged his dry legs

They lacked moisture and gloss

The crack-lines formed several patterns

He could feel his skin crack even more

It hurt

Oh yes it did

But this was the least of his worries

His stomach growled

The chill was getting worse

The dusty harmattan wind was torturing

It carried the sweet aroma of Christmas food and lots of dust

The aroma was torturing

He hungered

He hungered for a lot

Warmth

Shelter

Love

Food

Companionship

Clothes

And family

He wanted it all

He watched them complain about silly things as they walked past his tank each day

They nagged about foolish things

He wished he could worry about such

Low batteries

Lack of power

Insecurity

Broken heels

Broken homes

And others

He had no reason for such complaints

He knew nothing about all that

He had never experienced such

Unknown to him were his parents

The streets fathered him

And hustle was his mama

This tank was now his home

The mice…his tenants

Alone he was at Christmas

Alone and hungry

Alone in the cold

Alone in his tank

By Sylvia Chika

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