To some, a day begins after having a cup of coffee others after looking out a window while for me my day begins after I look under my bed. I'm sure you wonder why I said under the bed, but if you happen to be a person using a crutch or crutches you'd get the joke. If asked how my typical day begins, I'd say just about that. It's not like I expect to check and not find them, but it's like a reflex action, it just happens. The same goes for people with specs. This norm of what you do first when you wake up can be the ABC's of your life. Recently (5 years) after knowing what my talent is, art, that's also been part of my ABC's. A day barely goes by without stringing up a poem or a song. I just find myself getting into it and enjoying every bit of it.
People tend to preoccupy themselves so as not to get bored by the daily nature of life, and being differently abled, requires the same. Being idle leads to thoughts and you know how that goes. It's all self pity and full of maybes thinking of what it might feel if things were different. My thing is art (poetry, songs, novels and short stories) and I enjoy doing art cause it gives me peace of mind making me feel good about myself. There were times before that as I'd introduce myself I'd start with my title "The PO£T". It felt like bragging, to some, but for me all it spelt out was that I love poetry, how may I help brighten your day?I believe in the power of smiles and when we humans have a had time smiling, we can as well draw smiles and art is one way of doing that. That's why I'd like everyone to think of their ABC's of life for I know in that lies our uniqueness.
ABC of my life in art
Zealous is how I'll describe myself saying,
You never truly know your limits till you set them.
Xenial they'd say over the years I started poetry
Writing yet no one cares to read literature
Valid they are cause I only knew of it years back
Upon the discovery bore an interest that still grows
To new heights surpassing my own expectations
So much that at times I sit and wonder hard
Reeling back at the art 🎨 that all along lived in me
Quarantined in my very soul thats my inspiration
Pacified my the frustrations of life around me
Obtrude! That's what it felt like learning me and the art
Never thought that it would be my source of hope
My source of pride for with it offers uniqueness which is,
Longed for by all who have yet to discover the calmness in them
Knitted in the very fabric that holds them head high.
Joy runs down the very words I use to describe this poem for,
I immersed myself in them so that you journey with me
Home. For life is a journey and the destination is home
Great men once said "home is where the heart is"
For it's known the best journey takes you home and that's why
Everyday I write ✍🏾 and I write some more cause it's in me
Daring to take a chance cause when I do pause, it will
Cause an alarm that's why I write for many years to come
Believing that even when I'm gone they'll be other's like me who,
Always are trying to make smiles or even drawing it on all your faces
The PO£T