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    Happy Father's Day

    Sturdy and strong -
    You are a root sustaining branches,
    Nurturing till maturity;
    Little seeds into mighty trees.

    Like watering a flower to bloom,
    You propel limited minds
    To break free,
    Surpass limits and live limitless.

    You are the sun;
    Illuminating the path ahead.
    And the moon;
    Shining bright in the dark.

    A night sky with stars -
    You are everywhere.
    A depiction of peace,
    A guarantee of security.

    Born with the nature of the wave;
    You can be high tides and turbulent seas,
    You can be low tides and calm waters.
    Flawed with perfect imperfections that makes you, you.

    Never at a loss for words;
    You are not old but
    You possess the wisdom of the turtle -
    Guiding and directing right.

    You wait for no one;
    Like an ant,
    You work endlessly
    To build your empire.

    Born a male,
    But you are a mama bear
    With welcome arms
    And a pot of honey.

    You remind me of
    Pristine spring waters
    As you provide everday -
    Soothing relief.

    You are bitter sweet;
    Like Kola and Cola.
    But you make actions that
    are deep rooted in good faith.

    At times; at intervals
    We may not see everytime
    But I see the future clearly
    Because of you.

    You are the sun on a cold winter day.
    You are the sea on a hot summer day.
    Like autumn, you shed yourself to keep us going.
    Like spring, you raise us up from ugly situations.

    You are a superhero who needs no title.
    A superhero who is better than Superman.
    You provide a home, warm food and bed.
    You are a beacon of light.

    Our relationship may be sour and sweet,
    Filled with rough and smooth roads,
    Ups and downs -
    But you will be my dad; always.

    I am my father's daughter -
    Not because of striking resemblances
    in facial, habit or character,
    But because there's no one I'd rather be.

    When I was born,
    You were there.
    Now, I am older,
    You are still here.

    You inspire me so much that
    Saying thank you would not
    Be enough compensation
    For all you've done.

    I am happy
    Our paths are intertwined.
    I am happy
    Because you are here.

    I have no pockets now,
    But I promise to work hard
    And give you everything
    Your heart desires.

    I have no presents today
    But I give you the assurance
    That your pride in me
    Will never be mishandled.

    You care for me,
    Work hard for us,
    So I promise to be better -
    Just for you.

    I may come off as
    Stubborn, disrespectful and ungrateful
    But I love you dad and
    I hold you in deep respect.

    Thank you for being my dad.
    Thank you for being there.
    Thank you for everything.
    Happy Father's Day!

    ©2018 Chidera Nwosu

    I wrote this as a poem/letter to my dad last year. Happy Father's Day to all dads out there. Dearly appreciated and love. Thank you for all you do even if it just means being there ♥.

    16.06.19
    #father #writersnetwork #pod #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Thank you for being my dad.
    Thank you for being there.
    Thank you for everything.
    Happy Father's Day!

    C.N.

  • chidera 3d

    14.06.19
    #lune

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    I'm caught deep in your
    Yellow shirt
    And beautiful smile.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    Dark Night

    These nights are getting too dark
    And the evil in the world, great.
    But no matter what, the stars still shine
    So I believe the darkness won't win.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    I sit all day by the phone waiting
    For one person to say I matter
    Forgetting they don't call the dead
    Just remember them.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    Be you ♥


    D I F F E R E N T


    And they make us understand
    That we're just patterns
    Pieces of a puzzle
    Some are more important
    Some just insignificant
    And then we try to fit in
    Into spots that don't fit
    Shaping ourselves from the edges
    Wondering when we'll be there
    In the place where the brights are.

    I've grown tired of this game
    Of being better than the other
    By being someone else
    And then losing it all.
    How do you keep keeping up
    With the changes every minute
    And the demands hanged on your neck?
    And it all looks like a puppet show
    The world pulling strings and
    We dancing to its beat
    Pretending to smile
    Blending in the crowd
    Getting lost with the lost.

    From birth you're groomed
    To talk a certain way
    Look a certain way
    Walk a certain way
    And be a certain person.
    Machines with human parts
    Lookalikes from different wombs
    Smiles painted with ink
    Trying to get to the top
    Where there's another on top of it
    And another and another
    And it goes on and on and on
    Till grey hairs appear
    Cenotaphs are erected
    New borns arrive
    And the vicious cycle continues.

    I have lost the zeal to be perfect
    Because you can't be what you can't
    Even if you try your best
    You can only fake it
    Like everything else in the world.
    I want to be just the way I am
    Not the way I'm supposed to be.
    I want to be what I want to be
    Not what I'm expected to be.
    And if I can't be better,
    I'd rather be different.

    C.N.

    05.06.19
    #pattern #different #pod #writersnetwork

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    I have lost the zeal to be perfect
    Because you can't be what you can't
    Even if you try your best
    You can only fake it
    Like everything else in the world.
    I want to be just the way I am
    Not the way I'm supposed to be.
    I want to be what I want to be
    Not what I'm expected to be.
    And if I can't be better,
    I'd rather be different.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    S H E L L

    Walking down the beach
    I saw a pretty shell
    Lying in the deep sand covered
    Yet revealed by the rays of the sun.

    Shells come in different colours
    Also in different shapes.
    You find them in different places
    Even in unimaginable ones.

    A shell can be a place
    Where a pearl lies in peace
    Animals carry for safety
    Or one I run to from the world.

    It can be a wonderful place
    Although quite small
    And sometimes claustrophobic
    If you're the object of your fear.

    Some shells storm the weather
    Crack beneath crushing weights
    And other break to pieces
    Unable to be fixed.

    When the sun goes down at noon
    And the tides rage against me
    I find my way into my shell
    Surviving even though it's hell.

    The colour is a mix of greys
    The walls cracking and letting eyes in
    And sometimes I fall in the dark there
    Cutting myself and cupping my tears.

    The world isn't getting any friendly
    And this little one may not survive.
    For now, I'll keep running to my shell
    For I fear soon, it won't be there anymore.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    P A T T E R N

    You wonder what life has in store
    Since your neural pathways are wired
    In the same pattern
    Flowing with the flow.

    Like a magnet you're stuck
    Following the same path
    Either straight or crooked
    And in between blocks as they come.

    They tell you that you're the master
    And you create your own path
    But these roads are ancient long
    And this mind accustomed to it.

    And the lane goes straight and straight
    And you go on and on and on
    Wishing if the patterns don't change
    The destination will.

    C.N.

  • chidera 1w

    V E S S E L

    Vessels fill and empty
    Sometimes they're half filled
    Sometimes they're half empty.

    We, humans, are a kind of vessel
    Filling every minute
    Draining them out the next.

    Emotions, memories, and dreams
    Sometimes illusions too
    Taking them in with joy
    Losing them in oceans deep.

    Swimming to survive with broken vessels
    Pieces not able to fit in together
    Trying hard to get by neck deep
    Carrying all and having naught.

    C.N.

  • chidera 2w

    Sometimes I'm brave
    Sometimes I'm not

    Sometimes I save
    Sometimes I need saving

    You may call me an eagle
    Covering people with my wings
    And fighting dangers with my claws.

    You may call me a ladder
    Taking people up high
    And picking them when they fall.

    This life is sometimes a whirlwind
    I get caught up in it
    But my hands are full
    And I drown in its rage.

    But even the eagle wings eventually weakens
    And needs a shade from the scorching sun.
    I don't want to let go or be tired of protecting
    But I need saving too.

    - Chidera Nwosu
    04.06.19

    #pod #writersnetwork #save

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    ...

    But even the eagle wings eventually weakens
    And needs a shade from the scorching sun.
    I don't want to let go or be tired of protecting
    But I need saving too.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    Kindness is a form of healing
    That costs only a smile
    And few words.

    C.N.