Archive | October 2016

LOST AT SEA

lost-at-sea_blog

Once on a mission
With a map and a vision
But now missing
Life goes on

 

They sail on
No help
No land
No food

 

Sailing upon deep waters
Watching the sharks wait patiently
Circling around like hawks watching their prey
On their knees, the soldiers pray

 

Shaky hands
Hard and cracked lips
Skin covered in blisters
Burnt by the heat from above

 

Thirsty and hungry
Tempers fly
Desperate hearts
Who would go first?

 

Or will the sharks dine first
A friend now a potential meal
Or maybe a potential bait
Insanity in abundance

 

Who is to blame?
“Who wrecked the ship?” they shout
They didn’t deserve this life of pain and shame
Who is to blame!!!

 

Tempers fly
Fingers pointing
All hell breaks loose
The weak ones cry

 

Feet thumping hard
The little boat rocks wild
Just as the fists begin to fly
The water gets in

 

Everyone panics
A reality they dreaded
For three days they dreaded this
Wishing and hoping

 

But finally the water got in
Sipping in through a shoe-sized hole
Darkness covering every being
Uncertainty shaking their now fragile frame

 

What was beneath the boat?
Would they join the ship at the bottom?
Were the sharks still waiting?
What would happen?

 

Who would save them?
Little drops of rain descend upon their skin
Flashes of lightning revealing everything around them
The boat goes down…Water! Water! Water!

 

A huge wave approaching
Emotions jumbled
To laugh? Or to cry?
No one was certain

 

Mouths wide open in shock and panic
Taking their very last drink
Relishing the saltiness of the sea
As the wave fiercely approached them

 

And they drank
Drank!
And drank!
Forever to be lost at sea

 

By Sylvia Chika
sylviachika@gmail.com
http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/
https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/
https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845
Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2016 Sylvia Chika

DON’T YOU DARE!

 
dont-you-dare_small
 

Don’t tell me to be calm

Not after years of the palm

Years of running away from your palm

And then I see it coming again

Don’t you dare tell me to be calm!

I am no fool!

Your cup is full!

I’m no longer going to play the victim

Not with all these scars within

It’s been too long

This is not where I belong

Don’t you dare call me names!

Not after years of eating the canes

Your harsh words

Your demeaning words

Your violence

Your insolence

Don’t you dare!

I’m done being afraid

This me you made…

Hell no!

I have to go!

Don’t you dare come after me!

Don’t invite me for tea!

I’m done being your punching bag

Feel free to let your tongue wag

But don’t expect me back

You’ve left your mark

Big scars of sorrow

I won’t let you ruin my tomorrow

So, don’t you dare come after me!

I’m off to build a happier life for me

To be a better me without you

 

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845

Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2016 Sylvia Chika

SHE WAS NO ORDINARY GIRL

she-was-no-ordinary-girl_small-for-blog

 

She was no ordinary girl

But they had no clue

They stepped on her toes

And laughed at her dreams

They called themselves her foes

And moved against her in teams

But they were unaware

So unaware

That……

She was no ordinary girl

 

He was no ordinary boy

But they had no clue

He was mocked about his talk

Living in a world of dreams and hard work

No one could comprehend his drive

His zeal to thrive

But unaware they were

So unaware

For……

He was no ordinary boy

 

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845

Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2016 Sylvia Chika

IT’S ALMOST MY BIRTHDAY

its-almost-my-birthday-fw

Oh, snap!

Have I been taking a nap?

Wake up!

Wake up!

It’s almost my birthday

What can I say?!

Another year of great things

Another year of big wins

Another chance to fly high

And bid failure goodbye

It’s almost my birthday!

Some might call it, my cake-day

Oh well!

My story isn’t yours to tell

My King tells it better

His Word is all that matters

Oh yes!

I have a list

My birthday list

Yes…I’m like that

I want a bank account so fat

And lots of gifts so pretty

Yes…I’m like that

So, see you on my cake-day

Sorry…my birthday

Say a prayer of love for me

And thank you for loving me

It’s almost my birthday

I’ll be a year younger…

…not older

I’ll be a year younger tomorrow

 

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845

Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2016 Sylvia Chika

SHE NEEDED A DRINK

SHE NEEDED A DRINK_photo_medium.png

 

She needed a drink

She needed to quench this thirst

The bartenders were nowhere to be found

She had too many dependents

They all looked up to her for everything

The burden was much

But she never complained

She gave

She gave

She gave

She never complained

 She never spoke a word until today

 “I need a drink!” She croaked

Her throat was dry and sore

Her skin was dry and parched

She needed a drink badly

So she prayed

And she waited

Oh! She waited!

A drink for one…or maybe for all

A drink for a minute…or maybe an hour

So, she looked up

She knew they would show up

They always did!

And there they were

As dark as they could possibly be

They were heavy and so beautiful

She could sense the intimacy

It was powerful

They reached out and grabbed each other’s hands

They were all so in-love

The bartenders appeared

A perfect sight

They hugged

They kissed

They cried

Tears of joy

The great reunion

She knew her prayers had been answered

She closed her eyes and savored every drop

She opened her pores

She took it all in

The sweet liquid flooded her senses

Oh! What a relief!

Mama Earth was glad once again

She asked

She prayed

And now she drank

The rain washed her thirst away

Mama Earth drank

Yes! She drank!

Drunk and happy she was

 

 

 

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845

Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2016 Sylvia Chika