When there are lots of noises around you,
Causing in you annoyance,
Like stones being thrown at you,
Hitting you really hard, yet forging you to go ahead,
You can rejoice that you are making an impact
And you are expected to do better
The world only throw stones at fruitful trees,
The unfruitful ones are left peacefully and abandoned,
When a lot of criticism and corrections,
Are directed towards you,
Be sure that you're making an impact
And you are expected to do better
Silence? No it's not meant for you.
The moment the world stays silent about you,
The moment you stop receiving criticisms,
The moment you're being left to live your life,
Just as you've always wished,
There is fire on the mountain
The moment you are left to live in peace,
Your relevance has been reduced,
The world doesn't want to see you grow,
Like a salt, you've become tasteless
And like a light, your power is gone,
Thus, there is fire on the mountain
This is a different kind of silence...not the one we have all been used to but the one that constantly keeps you on your toes to stay relevant and not stagnant.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.