Poems

It's been years, yet the wound feels fresh. The scar is still there-a reminder that healing doesn't erase. But the lessons made the difference. And now, the beauty is…

Does God Even Exist? In the quiet hour Jane asked: "Does God even exist?" In the silent echo she wondered: "Does He even answer?" Have you ever lifted your…

Outlier October Screams of freedom, healing from the throne Echoes of mercy, hope for a tree cut down Not forsaken, not abandoned — Silent whispers: “Abba’s not mad, not…

(A Personal Sonnet of Vision, Education & Rise) I stitched my dreams beneath a leaking roof, Where Ajegule’s dust still crowned my hair, Each night I studied — failure…

The wind hums secrets through the trees, A song of love, a gentle tease. Leaves dance free, both wild and bright, While stars ignite the silent night.

The leaves hum secrets to the wind, A tale of love, both lost and sinned. The trees stand tall, the rivers weep, For promises they couldn’t keep.

Petals fall, yet roots stay strong, Seasons change—life moves along. Love may fade, or love may stay, But time will always find its way.

The river flows, both fierce and slow, Through highs and lows, it learns to grow. Like life itself, it twists and bends, Yet always finds its way again.

Waves caress the lonely sand, Writing words we’ll never understand. The ocean hums a lullaby, For broken hearts and questions why.

Your touch was fire, a fleeting spark, Now darkness lingers, cold and stark. Yet in the ashes, hope remains, A love reborn from autumn rains.