Every day on my bed....
my frequent companion is a bird
Its chatters reminds me that I'm still alive
And its another day to fight
I am wary
Wary that my heart would stop beating one day
Day after day i pray
Praying that i would win this fight...
The migraines, the pain, the dizziness, the feel of helplessness
Needles on my skin, such unpleasantness
The numbness that comes with so many tears
The problems i face everyday
All i can do is (laugh literally) in the face of wahala.
Believing that one day i go walk with my legs.
And when i do , I'll remember this day
When i stopped fearing my problems
I'll remember this day
When i said no to fear
When i looked at my wahala
And laughed in its face....