Kicking Thorns

“When you decide to fight against the wind, to kick against the thorns, to swim against the waves, or tell the thunder to be silent, you fight a lost battle. 

You simply need to read the waves, trace your fingers along the thorns, embrace the joyous assault of the wind, and listen to the many words of the thunder. 

For only in this manner can you realize the contradictory beauty of life. The true essence of our different realities.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

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Orchestra

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“When we listen to an orchestra, what we listen to is not just the sound of the oboe, or the timpani, or the violin, the cello, or the vocalist. 

What we hear are the sounds of life. The life of the violinist, the heartbeat of the cellist, the struggles of the concert master, the character of the timpanist, the personality, love, and sorrows of the maestro. 

We pay homage to the sweat, the tears, the fears, and the triumphs of each individual making music.

We patronize their persistence and resilience.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

The Missing Game

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*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017


It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.

Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.

It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.

Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.


You tell yourself that you can do without her, that you are a strong man.

You recount the many battles you have won in times past,

And the many wars you have fought against your flesh.

You tell yourself that the flash of her smile in your mind means nothing.

That her beautiful eyes are not a recurring statement in your heart.


You lay in bed with your eyes closed. Rejecting those lips that refuse to cease.

Your hands itch to hold onto something. Something else.

Your nose bleeds from the force of your own denial,

And soon your hands are shaking, and your teeth clattering from this winter of your creation.


Oh brave one, just indulge this one time.

Take that bold step you have taken a thousand times already.

Grab onto that hand you always wish to hold.

Kiss that face you yearn to always see.

Breathe in that scent you hope will never end.

Gain back your life you thought was nearly over.

For you may have been dying from a terrible disease known as missing another human.

~ By Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora

Waging Peace!

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“The real champions are not always those who wage war, or those who pick up arms and go forth to battle in order that they be heard.

The real champions are those who wage peace. Those ones that battle their circumstances, their inner demons, and overcome with the weapons of their minds.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

Attaining Success?

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“If attaining a bright and successful future required just one full day of focus and purposefulness, everyone would be wildly successful.

However, the sad truth is that success requires and involves multiple, sometimes miserable moments of little yet correct choices. 

Success is really just the sum of usually small but mighty decisions made and then executed.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora 

 

You Dramatic Creature

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“Each time winter comes, we swear it is the coldest we have ever felt. Each time summer arrives, we confess it is the worst yet. Each morning our alarm rings, we are sure it is the loudest ever. Each time life hits, we assume we are dying. 

Perhaps we humans are far more naturally dramatic creatures than we give ourselves credit for.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

 

Adulthood

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“At some point, we come to recognize that adulthood is not about the freedom to do and undo as we please. Rather, adulthood is a call to realization.

Realizing that your decisions now can affect a hundred generations ahead of you. Realizing that your habits now can seep into your blood, and spread across your generational bloodline like wild fire.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

I am like…

“I am like a moth to the flame of a beautiful soul.

A bee to the scent of a flowering heart.

A predator to the prey of negativity

A David to the Goliath of helplessness.

A Paul to the ministry of repentance.

A triumphant student to the lessons of life.

Water to the wilderness of the dying mind.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

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