Yes You Can! End Of Story

Life is not a holiday at the beach where children build sand castles and play with pebbles.

It is a fight for survival and a battle against the ever scheming, always furious arch enemy of God and man.

Everyone is involved in the warfare. Unfortunately not everybody wins.

Some ignore the battle with endless hopeless hopes it will automatically go away and are consequently wiped out by the unsparing enemy.

Others are ignorant of the devices of the devil and are consequently destroyed.

A few are dogged and fight to finish.

Which are you?

If you desire dominion here on earth, you most fight the good fight of faith.

If you must enjoy life here on earth, you must get outta your comfort zone and go dare your fears.

Believe in yourself. Yes you can! End of story.

Doubt your fears. Fear limits you. It cripples you. It kills! Snap off it!

Keep your heads up. You're not inferior to any superior. Alright? Keep your head upright, walk like you got this under control, and go make the win.

Smile always. It's therapeutic. Smiles makes the burden less burdensome. It draws beautiful curves on your wrinkled soul and beams rays of hope on hopelessness. So smile like you don't care.

Don't give up. Only cowards tuck tails between legs and do the run. You're bigger than that task. Man up! Girl up! Dare! Defy! Don't ever give up! It's not an option.

Do not forget to remember:
No one said life's all rosy. If you fall, cry, weep, then get up, dust your garment, hit the road and go make the best out of 2019.

Congratulations! You'll make it!

#Pengician #SSA

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shy, a poem

bashful, timid, quiet. shy If anyone you know has used these terms to describe you, you're probably a bit shy. Everyone feels that way once in a while. Shyness and social anxiety are common, no matter how old you are. There is one myth about social anxiety and social anxiety disorder that I would like to dispel. The myth says that social anxiety is just exaggerated shyness. This myth encourages the idea that anxious people are merely weak-willed pushovers. It is partially because of this myth, I think, that well-intentioned people offer the relevant but insensitive and patronizing advice like, “Don’t worry about it!” , “Just do it” and “Face your fears.” Thinking on all these, I wrote this poem: shy when a shy person speaks, it's like music from guitar strings. when a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out when a shy person steps out it's like the uncommon visit of gods when a shy person reclines it feels like moon eloped from night when a shy person is 'i

Dustbin And Drafts - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 142: DUSTBIN AND DRAFTS He was the night sky, She was a star, Always together, Never one. He wrote what he felt for her of how her twinkles light up his dark. But they never get to her. One more note was added in his drafts. Fragrant pens and beautiful poems Pink papers and artistic handwriting. She wrote about the beauty in his black of how they make her twinkles shine. but they never got to him. Only the dustbin knows how much she loves him - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

For Leah Shabiru - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 136: FOR LEAH SHABIRU I can't find the words right To describe Leah's plight. I hope this little piece of mine Awakens our voiceless unconcern. Does she feel giddy? Does she still cry? Does she look out the window and heave a sigh? How long shall this gravity Hold her down to these rascals? I know she kicks but in vain I know she whispers prayers to her God Or maybe she now doubts his existence. Does she wish her breathe be gone? But she's just a teenager Who dreamt of leaving her deadbeat town One day she went to chase dreams The next she was never found Sunrise and sunset have come and gone and Leah is still in the devil's lair. You and I, we eat, we sleep She's not our own, we care not a bit Until same fate cross our path Trample our wives And rip our hearts Only then shall we realize in Leah died our very soul. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends

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