Bad Poetry Saturday: “Rip Van Winkle”

Wake up, Rip Van Winkle I feel like one of those fish  who swim alongside a shark, having a purpose, but never the leader. I feel like a maid left to scrub the floors like Cinderella, dare not to complain or you’ll miss the Ball. I feel so small and insignificant most of the time,Continue reading “Bad Poetry Saturday: “Rip Van Winkle””

Bad poetry Sunday: “Like Pirates”

We shall sail upon the world like pirates taking treasures of  Joy from whichever place we land. Golden sunsets, shimmering waves of love ensconced inside a box for which only we hold the key, given to us with our first breath. So, we breathe. We shall sail upon the world and find ourselves lurking under Continue reading “Bad poetry Sunday: “Like Pirates””

So why can’t I?

If he can walk on water,  why can’t I? Is it because I’m a girl, or because I don’t believe enough? They say it takes faith the size of a mustard seed to move a mountain, then why can’t I? Am I lacking? Doubting like Thomas before he touched the wounds after which he believedContinue reading “So why can’t I?”