The tears heave so much in my eyes
I just have to shed them
And see if new ones will come by
My mum use to say “count your teeth
with your tongue”
But my confinement lacks white
pebbles
The gates of my mouth are fallen
My tongue is illiterate
It has a faint knowledge of
arithmetic
I can’t count; I end up biting my
tongue in many occasions
It is not helpful to expect success
and blessing at every turn of life
Sometimes when my personal failure
to observe life’s limit come to my attention
I carefully consider the use of my
pen to refocus my attention
I do this with the pureness of my
heart
This is the mark of my commitment
to self development
My pendulum has swung from fear to
courage
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