THE CLOCK SPEAKS

THE CLOCK SPEAKS

 

A little love

A little care

A little food

A little of what you have

Just a little to quench this thirst

A little, my dear

I see you complain of that which you have

I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want

If only I could have just a little

If only I could sip a little

To quench this thirst

If only I could nibble a little

And quench this probing hunger

If only I could rest a little

Under the mango tree you care not for

If only I could lie down a little

On that bed you hate so dearly

If only I could laugh a little

At the jokes you no longer find funny

If only I could live a little

This life you take for granted

And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have

Good health I do seek for

To have a little of what you have

To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire

To hear your little ones babble and laugh

This you no longer have time for

I hear them ask for you every day

But you are never around

If only you could see

Truly open your eyes

And notice how fast the clock ticks

Not slow

Fast!

Every second you lament

You lose a moment

A moment you shouldn’t have lost

You lose a moment to give thanks

A moment to laugh a little

A moment to live a little

If only you can hear the clock

Truly hear the clock tell the time

Oh, it speaks!

Tick-tock. . .tick-tock

Time goes. . . Time goes

Open your eyes, precious one

See how fast the clock ticks

It speaks!

Smile more

Love more

Laugh more

Live more

Love some more

Live some more

Tick-tock. . .tick-tock

 

By Sylvia Chika

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THE WALL

the-wall

 

She gave a lot of excuses

So many reason why…

Reasons why she couldn’t try

She would sometimes cry

Make a scene

And go back to her life of sin

Cheating herself

And nobody else

She thought she was smart

And she would tell them this and that

She told them about the wall

The wall that was responsible for her fall

She would exaggerate about its height

“Oh! What a sight!” she would cry

“It’s so tall!”

But she was only fooling herself

There was really no wall

Her fears and imagination had teamed up

They created a wall

They built it

She supported it

And to her, it existed

What a prey…on her they feasted!

She was her own worst enemy

Building nonexistent walls all around her

Walls that would deter her…

…Walls that were stopping her from being who she should have been

A figment of her imagination

What an evil creation!

A wall seen

Seen only by her!

 

What a waste of talent!

What a waste of a beautiful destiny!

Why!!!

Tear down the walls, pretty one!

Recreate a new path!

Forge on!

Don’t hold back your greatness!

Be the you you were created to be!

The you you were called to be!

Not the you decorated with fear!

You are great!

Created perfectly by God!

Be the you He created you to be!

Not the you the world wants you to be!

 

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

 

© 2017 Sylvia Chika