A pen's heartbeat

SCARED TO LOVE When love lurks, My heart leaps Like a frightened frog. I become like a bewildered teenager, Still toying with puberty. Love is not the thing I dread. My fears; I do not even know. But when love comes knocking, My heart keeps me behind closed doors. I want to embrace her, Making her stay strong And last long: But, my timid heart chooses to let go. It echoes again and again. What if love prang? What if love is just a passer-by? When these thoughts make my head to bang, I chose to leave the door shut. Driving love to bay And making her go away.  Photo Credit: Google chrome  By: FAVOUR AUGUSTINE

It is not an awful thing to be scared. We should just embrace the fact that we can thrive above fear.   WHO IS FEAR? Fear is a rotten grape, With peels so raw And juice that tastes so sour. She gives no sweetness And adds no freshness. Fear is a dark crayon; broken and black. Still, she colours the heart Making beautiful colors shadows. A subtle thief of the brightness A brave heart beams.  Fear is a hopeless prey, Scared to die and fade away. She makes the predator believe he is the prey; Making mockery of his great prowess. They tarry along the way, On a journey she was never meant to stay. Fear is a mere coward. She leaps to flee when hope arise And boldness is held. She was never resilient; Just a weightless feather that can fly away.  Photo Credit: Shutterstock  By: FAVOUR AUGUSTINE

Every ability begins with a belief in oneself. If we trust that we can BE, then we can BECOME.  I CAN I know I can: I can be the stars that sparkle. Even when the lights are dim, I will dazzle in the dark. I can be the eagle Soaring through the highest mountains, Unwilling to settle for less, Piercing through the clouds, Aiming for the peak always. I can have dreams like the ocean; Vast and never ending, With a drive like the oceanic current To make my dreams true. I know I can trust a prayer, And believe in myself; To be bold and true Refusing to play the victim In a flip of page Fear has staged Of a drama, life has scripted. Photo Credit: Google Chrome  By: FAVOUR AUGUSTINE

LIFE IS A STORY Life is a cunning empty book, With flip of pages to fill, We should never overlook. She is an anthology of tales unknown, Unveiling each day like a pack of presents. No doubt, she makes everyone a writer. You either chose to drill your pages out Or sit, stare and shout. Whichever way, the pages are never left empty. When you fail to draft your script,  She writes you a story, Making you the victim of every tale.  Photo Credit: Shutterstock By: FAVOUR AUGUSTINE

A tale of love and I is a reflection of our fears and insecurities about being vulnerable to loving someone. Nevertheless, we chose to embrace love someday. A TALE OF LOVE AND I I threw love a stone She took the throw And turned my stone Into a precious jewel. I threw love a golf She made it a weapon To shield and protect me When life trolls. I threw love a flower She brought back a bouquet A rose for every beat Petals of fragrance birthing peace I threw love a spark She made it a flame One that ever rekindles Burning in the depth of my heart. I threw love away She came again Calming my fears Telling me I was dear And that she will never fade away. I held love anyway Choosing to trust her again I drew her closer And made the veil of fear blow away. Photo Credit: Google Chrome  #Favour Augustine