Stress is like a well of silence
Deep in thoughts of selfcritisism
wondering what is the essence
Nothing but the opression of manerism.
You are told to speak up
though never taught to have Fun
How can I know its bad if I never knew what is Good
Look My Journey suits You
it doesnt make me Mute

I Don't know how to start
but I will speeak up
The tension In my veins as it hurts
will be the volume of what I tell
free from fear of judgement
I know who I am
and my circumstances rest...
In what my test tried to measure in my endurence.
so I see forbearence, in every step I take persuing sense to overcome stress.

Till this far I manage,winning I havent
for I forgot to Connect,
Reason with Vission
Potholes with Purpose
Indeptedness with Independance

our greates flaw
is not in how we fall
its in how we fail to connect with God
nurture heals us to the core,
but we craft our natural environment by learning what it teaches for all
For results Connect!.




© Mahlaula BDK