MY HOBBY

ABOUT MY HOBBY

My hobby has always been writing. I am so passionate and so in love with it. Writing is a way I escape from reality into my world of either anxiousness, love, appreciation,etc.
With but a metallic or plastic object whose when ink drops, it comes alive to create flame, connect and inspire. Pen, that encourages and urges the writer to create new ideas and push beyond boundaries of creativity.

Here is my piece of work;

A LETTER FROM ME TO YOU

My man! My world
One whose beauty radiates from the onset
Should I call thee a rose?
No a rose even has thorns which can choke to death.
You are with no thorns my love flawless as ever.
If I was asked who is the the fairest of all in snow white?

You my love I would say.
Hair curled like a baby.
Lips soft and tender.
Eyes bright sparkling as a flash of a lightning. You dread the eye at first glance because like the lightning, you feel it's dreaded with horror but coming to appreciate the colour and beauty of lightning, you realize the lightning is filled with spark of bright light. Light which shows your great ability to love.
Love lieing tenderly in the eyes.

Thee my love
Has heart pure and innocent.
Even that is an understatement.
With passion of giving, loving, making sacrifices, making their smile become your happiness too, you ignite my soul. Yes with these qualities.

I do not actually care who had you first, or who had you the longest but, you will definitely look good with me.
Love is like a bed of roses, with thorns that can choke to death.
But I rather prefer making this love feel like a safe haven because, the world is hard on you already. To my bosom you will lie all day with laughters that sounds like lullaby, smiles to accompany you all day,
Looks filled with passion to remind you that like the angels you are in a safe haven.

My Havilah, my gold
Love me gently too
For my heart though thrown in the forest to be trembled on, crushed, smashed, damaged and fed on by wildlife.
I decide like Christ who commanded that the greatest commandment is love has decided to open my heart to you to feel love, be loved and you too bounded with love. I have given my heart to you because you are mine and mine alone. So, be mine.

A THERAPY I NEEDED

I set my time to write other more educative things too, yes I do. Things that come with moral lessons and sometimes when there is no one to confide in, I write. It gives me the relief I need.
During my sad time I relieved myself through this;

"THE WEIGHT OF FORGIVENESS"

Amidst my lone time
I sourced for mine
Searched and found none
Cried and told none.
This is the feeling I feel
I need strength.
I need word's of assurance
I ran to none for they are all deaf to my feelings

I tried calling to Him that one person.
He did hear but waited for me to call.
I ran for fear of the unknown
Covered with dark scarlet, stained with blood, cloth with filth.

How dare I approach him cloth with royalty
Crowned as majesty
How dare I feel his presence around me??
Not your righteousness which is like a filthy rags before me.
I'll make you whole He said.

I wrapped myself with guilt, unwilling to give him a chance. Unwilling to stare at his face, unwilling to talk to him..
Blessed is he whose transgressions is forgiven.
Whose sin is covered
For day and night my heart was heavy upon me. My moisture is turned to the drought of summer.

I acknowledged my sin,
I hid not my iniquity and thou forgivest my iniquity.
Now I'm free from guilt for thou has been my comfort.

Writing is the therapy you need. I love my hobby