Even though the sky scribbles ” NO” I will smile back and add to my courage.
Even though the house l live in collapses with a piece of paper,l will still write out my pain on the shore of the sea.
Although my friends stares at me backly, l will smile and be encouraged
Though my stretch hand finds nobody to hold on to, l will be empowered in the midst of my loneliness.
Though the world look at my piece and tag” not good enough ” l will still pen down my ideas regardless.
Years may deny me success, days may mock my effort, interestingly, l will still hook my neck on the fabric made in cardboard form and write my inspirational lines.
Though the world may threatened me with death or life wag its tail off my existence, l will still pen down my dreams.
I will not stop no matter how my back cracks
I will not stop no matter how loud my weakness may sound
I will not stop, no matter how distraction inflicts me with pleasure
I will not stop, though my face is webbed with tears of uncertainty.
For in not stopping l will find what l am searching for
And time upon time,
My reality is making a step towards me through my consistency
It is made alive as the ink kisses the pad l write upon
It is also made alive in the smiles my piece has created unknowingly
For my reality is not in posterity, it is now