Ink and Light

Our lives are woven in secrecy.
Some we share and others
we only share with the Almighty.

Sometimes these secrets can be
unhealthy to our bodies and our souls,
yet they're our burden and we have to
bear them by all means.

Our lives are woven in suffering,
we all have our own struggles,
ones that we may never share with
anyone else, no matter how intimate,
maybe because we can't find
enough courage to,
or just simply because we can't.

Yet, no matter the depth of our Darkness and Struggles,
Our Creator always finds His way to our souls and
with time He will make us pure again,
just like the day our spirits were born.

©Lekan Macaulay Hakeem Christopher

Society will gather strength from
your energy but will hardly reciprocate
with gratitude.
They'll take your paints in silence and
make beautiful colors to their own
existence.

So while you're here,
doubting your worth and
second guessing your body,
you hardly realise that someone
found the strength to try again
because you said it was okay to.

Someone is smiling ear to ear between
their pillows because you validated
their dreams,
something you might have done unknowingly,
only by just being yourself.

Only by struggling to find your feet,
you've encouraged someone too,
to hold on a little longer and experience
breakthrough.

You're, in a million ways,
a blessing to humankind and to the universe.
Even though at times your glow doesn't
attract sunshine, and your heart sinks into your
stomach and make it heavy.

You are like a broken crayon.
You still add colour anyway.

© Lekan Macaulay Hakeem Christopher