New Life on Lease

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Baggage II

I lost my mind in the attic and fear became my only friend. I sat lowly by the river banks waiting for my turn to jump into the wash while watching my comrades across tossing their souls gleefully into the cold.

I am not afraid of the cold, so why am I procrastinating? Will the rocks kill me? But the river is too deep for that possibility to happen. i can swim and I have trained hard to get here to qualify to sit by the poolside. Yet with my maturity and articulate manner, i seem to lie comfortably getting a sunburn.

I will not be afraid. I have no fear. This life, this moment will pass. I will not sit in this duck pool anymore. I will arise and let go of the baggage holding me back. I will delete and deter and block out the distractions that are promising me momentous comfort while gnawing away at my courage. I will go where most men never dare. I will live this life on a lease and make the best diamonds you'll ever see. Cos debts and delinquent living isn't for me to inherit. I will rise again, with music in my heart and songs of a new rainbow in the atmosphere. I will fly and I will carry this with me till the day is drained of dawn.

I will live strong, courageous and free.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Baggage

It's easier said than done. Those baggages and wannabe slippers. It's easier than the twinkle in the resolve. Those things to shed and makeshift puzzles to crack.

Tonight I got mad. Mad they say I am. Who else would like to leave in 2 days and have no responsibility on these doorstep graffittis? Take your leave before I bow you out.

Tomorrow I am going to make some definite changes. Hell, no. Today, tonight, I shall make them. As I read somewhere before, must have been a female author, to do something immediately even if it is something small and insignificant. Cos small things, big results. You don't have to agree. You don't even have to believe. You just need to do it and you will get there. Cos one plus one is still 2 even if you don't believe it.

Anger is good. Gets you started. As for you? You go knock yourself out.