In stitches of lines,
Patches of thoughts gathered in words
Thoughts that seem incoherent,
Breathes with the air that unction life.
In lines of emotional inflows,
Loneliness of secret thoughts resurrects
And life is produced in thoughts that breathes
Now I see an angel in the lines that births.
It may sound stupid to the ears of some
Or might make nonsense to many
But to the mind that cherishes the gift of nature
The inborn of a gift is their reward.
In lines of thoughts
Inspiration resurrects like the stitching from a needle
My thoughts are like life buried within a closet
Her day of glory shines beyond the days she was born.
I had rejected this gift out of ignorance
How I was beaten to surrender feeling worthless
Why must it be me of all worthy of this I asked myself?
But now that I had known better, I breathe these lines in thoughts.
�Nsikak Andrew, 9th June, 2008