an unbroken reed

thought I’ve come hither to chill,
trusting my aches had gotten some balms:
my energy got sapped on a hill –
of medical training to learn urine-pipes.

my relaxation turned restless
sorely in need of an escape,
as more counselling to be fearless
showers around my landscape.

such words from my mama
such perspective from my sister
brought healing to subdue this carnal
as I learn temperance in faith that’s tender.

I’m like an unbroken reed
lessons learnt in pounds –
spirit of vexation does no good
unlike being patient in endurance.

In Our Struggles

Waking up daily to toil for manna:
Pushing oneself harder for desire,
Killing peace in every manner;
As excesses led many to satire.

Mammon, Fame, and Power –
All in a sweet name for luxury.
So, besetting sins pile to a tower,
And man is led to more penury.

Struggle thou my soul, less!
What value has morrow for thy toil?
In thy hands, take nothing by duress,
For an egg is broken by hands of steel.

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Rather, seek thou courage in thy closet.
Run after peace and happiness in today,
Let moderation cautions drive for taste:
Enjoying today not to spite next day.