BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Thousands of paths will cross others
But the final destination will remain destined
To the Beholder.
Creating movements that are priceless will last forever,
There won’t be a need of staying on top of trends
Because the legacy is cemented into the roots of history,
Into the pages of legends, a light that will radiate across lands and bodies of water.
Comparison without growth
Are just distractions that don’t support the journey.
Remove them or peel the self-doubt that holds back the inner butterfly that would glide over the winds of victories.
What is meant to be grasped
Will be dancing on the fingertips
Until it is time.
Patience is a virtue that is like a ballad
Unfolding the magic that will coat the cracks
That came along with it.
It is okay to rest among the forest hearing the water hymns soothe any fumes of exhaustion and frustration off a weary soul.
Focus on what is at the footsteps
Waiting for its rightful place
A unique throne that would only wait
And allow the inheritance to take on.
