Forge your will in steal, Outmaneuver your enemies, who feel, Replete in knowing they’re the heel. Give them your support when they fall, Inspire them to be better than before. View their progress and motivate before you bore, Inverting foe to friend, like before. Never lose hope for betterment Even when all is stacked against you, Simmer the anger, put logic to the forefront Survive, learn, educate, that hope is never gone.
From the Facebook group, Canada Writes,an author, Theresa Wilson, wrote:
Hunger to Survive
The lion lays quietly atop an overhanging hill. He waits, watches in the vain fervor that his prey Will come to him in deadly night like a diet pill That will stop his hunger and permit his teeth to stay Sharp, glistening white, creating a shiver of fear Of their ferocity and ability to tear apart an arm, Or important extremities that flash their spear Of speed trying to outrun the King.
The atmosphere of fear is so authentic That I can feel the lion’s eyes shifting silently, Watching guardedly, waiting patiently to pounce happily On his unsuspecting prey. His jaws are cave like In their imposing strength and force of bite.
Never fear the lion, for you know he attacks To survive, not for pleasure. Fear those who appear like sheep, but are More serpent or fox, for their poisons Attack the soul and destroy lives as if doing you favors.
One lonely Boy, shy Tries making A friend flying Into the unknown, Lonely. One. Loneliest Number ever. It tests hardest When you’re surrounded by familys’ Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world That’s confusing, struggling blind, Into unknowns that surround, Bind your moves. Loud Is the thunder around That drowns bad Decisions Needing Greater Care.
Reading of ‘Fearful Expectations’ from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s about paralyzing fear that binds you in a place of terror. Courage of only one who overcomes it and moves on.
Reading ‘Silent Chaos’, a poem from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s about one’s ability to forget the world is there and focus on your inner-self’s need to be in a quiet place where your imagination can flow and bloom.
A poem by Malak Kalmoni Chehab, read from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s about the transience of time and the importance of slowing down to enjoy the now.