Tag: #puzzledlines



seated somewhere dark

resting my cheek against the cold wall

surrounded by my thoughts

breathing in a rusty dusty old book scent

I savour the silence

and just when some thoughts get loud

and begin to bounce back echoes from the walls of my confusion

I burst into song. I softly hum

just to deafen the ears of my heart.

I twist and turn,

lie on the untrodden floor

my feet up against the wall

a little ray of light from the ventilation

I feel my lips twitch with a smile.

I stay a while

Free to realise my importance and insignificance



He held unto her,

clinging unto his pain

gathering all strength

he supported her and loved her

they told him, love wins

he loved her but she kept looking away

Is this what Hosea felt for Gomer?

he wondered

Is this how God has loved me?

have I been this elusive to God.

He loved her believing she will change

while they dated and courted,

their love blossomed

his heart was full of joy

and one day, after baby number one

she became restless and unhappy

post maternal depression had taken toil on her

he was too busy to notice

she sought other ways to help her heal

sought attention else where

and just when she was at the verge,

he came home. He loved her

He loved her the way he should have

he wished he had been consistent

but Work made its demands.

she was wrong and empty

he found her and held her hand

his love never left, he just got busy.


She said I wore my heart on my sleeve
My trust as anklets
Walked with peace and hope like Grace was my name
She didn’t know that with all of that,
Faith was my “hello” kinda friend
And each time I saw her,a hurricane of emotions took over.
She said I spoke like Esther

What She didn’t know was that Esther was a friend that became family.

She didn’t know that I only met Esther when Vashti had made me feel vulnerable and hopeless then she took me in and treated me like her own.
She said I love like that’s all matters
And indeed that’s all that matters because I was bought when love was slain.

It was my world and without it, then the labour (crucifixion) wouldn’t have been worth it
Some hearts are at a brink of death so give yourself sometime and breathe


A hurricane of emotions

like its hallow right at the center of my chest

shadows of thoughts in my mind

echoes of images,memories,movements

its dark and cold,

not even a slight whishper of the wind

it aches, hurts, bleeds.

Its injured, lonely maybe.

The hurt

The mind

The Heart,

a place where words are born of silence.





Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we don’t see_ ~ Hebrews 11:1