It is not
what he or she does to you;
It’s how you handle
what is done to you.
How you
handle it is either
The mantle of
fortitude or
The saddle of destitute;
Choose the right
attitude paddle,
It keeps the
right aptitude candle burning.
Run with it
and cradle high altitudes of life.
Don’t meddle
with it! The choice is yours!
OTA 07/10/13
Elegy in a Lost Love
ReplyDeleteI seat here in my cold and lonely glare.
A glare and quake into the darkness mire;
I hated Infidelity but I fell prey to its snare.
Now it’s time to meditate the quagmire.
Never shall I know why I had to dare!
Boo! I feel the pain!! Like a razor slice!!!
Like Lucifer in the dungeon of Hellfire Square.
I hope to see the end; I’ m paying the price.
How I wish I could reach out and share.
I faltered; what a giant misstep! Here’s the prize.
Now, I cry over spilled milk without a smile.
The answer blows in the wind; nothing to spare.
Only time shall tell. The pain runs in my spine.
I’m still searching for a reason to give it a square.
Am not alone in this; Vulture cares not; not a dime!
Here’s the Fruit with a grain of salt. Nevertheless, I care!
Love lost and not found. Still looking, hoping to find.
Was it by design or by default? I had no time to prepare.
I seeked forgiveness and forgetfulness to combine:
Forgiveness came my way; luckily, Nkong cared.
As for forgetfulness, it’s hard to come by; it’s divine!
As I leak my self-inflicted wounds, I self-declare:
And promise myself to quit unfaithfulness quite.
God, be my helper, the harbinger of my conclave.
Let me find solace and space to lay low and hide.
Away, Thunder of Infidelity in my next love-cave.
When I say ‘I do’, I’ll mean it; never to despise.
Come on love. I’m in solitude. I solicit and crave.
Now, I’ve the eagle’s eye, no more will I throw the dice!
Believe me; I will keep the promise; I’ll dare; I am brave!
Miss Riddle Lost Love