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The dews were still drizzling,

The birds in their nest whispering.

Whispering in rhythm to the heart.

It’s a song 

A song spun from the fabric of the soul

At  5am.

Did you listen to the song.

It’s a song of loyalty

Not just solidarity

But friendship like a strong city

I want you to sing it to the world.

Tell them about the song.

Tell them of the morning,

When the birds were still in their nest.

Tell them the story in the song

The song you wrote

At  5am.

Did you play the song?

Did you decrypt the lyrics?

They’re not just words

They’re letters from soul to soul.

Did you ask your heart if it was true?

Or was it just a wave floating through?

Did you turn the music on?

Did you wear true friendship like a cloak?

Was it the song that turned you on

Or the sip

At  5am.

For every string that played

Was it for fun?

Or of trust?

Tell me,

Can I play them again

At  5am.

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ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this poem at At  5am., a quiet moment when the world was still asleep, it’s a letter in the form of poetry, written to capture a friendship. Each line reflects on loyalty, trust, and that gentle music that true friendship sings in silence.

This is how it is, waking up early to feel a wave of emotion, a pull to connect with imaginary thoughts  in an empty space. You can call it a soulful morning poem about friendship, memory, and music. This poem asks: Did you feel it too? Was it just a moment, or something more enduring?

It was 9PM, my call had just begun,
The call room was silent.
The stethoscope was swinging like a pendulum.
Today is pediatrics.
The room was dim.
But then
A light.
A smile came like a radiant reflection.
It was from a little girl in her sick bed,
Smiling as though pain is pleasure,
As if fate had stitched her wounds.

“Hello,” I said, masking my surprise.
I saw hope in her eyes.
“Doctor, I don’t want to die.”
I reached out to her tiny hand,
I checked her chart
Leukemia in a severe stage.

It’s leukemia, but I couldn’t smell a hint of death.
Her spirit was stronger than any drug.
I held her hand
So small and light.
I told her, “Child, we’ll fight this fight.”
“God can heal,” I softly said.
Her smile was like the sun in a hospital bed.
That night, something changed in me,
Behind every drug, I should perch God in.

I became her dedicated physician.
She taught me strength beyond the charts,
She stitched her light into my heart.
Weeks wore on while I watched her wear her pain.
She wore those excruciating pains without a stain.
She’d say, “I’m winning, can’t you see?
God is healing through you, through me.”

The day she danced across the floor,
No tubes, no cords, like never before,
I knew hope had done its part
It healed not just blood, but every heart.

And still at night, when rounds begin,
I hear her voice, like violin:
“Doctor, you gave me wings to fly,
Hope is the reason I’m still alive.”
In my hand is a stethoscope of miracle.

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Dear son,
The rattles in your mind stirred my sleep,
Those storms woke the silent night.
Like troubled waters, I saw waves of ripples,
A battlefield littered with broken faith.
This letter is a balm for your wounded tides,
A song you have forgotten the lyrics to.
You have lost my words etched in stone,
The commandments of sanity

your sanity fading from sight.

Dear son,
You broke the first seal of wisdom,
You let shadows slip into your sacred place.
You chased the mirage of golden lies,
You left your gates unguarded for thieves.
This world wears a mask of kindness,
Yet behind the smiles, there are wolves.
You cried for help in a hollowed field,
Face the reality, my son.

Dear son,
Life was formed from the root of selfishness,
Every fleeting face is a whisper of  deceit.
Like butterflies, they perch and leave.
They will leave you in a drowning sea.
Rise, my son, and stitch your wounds,
Seal the cracks before the flood returns.
And remember, you’re all I’ve got left.
I love you, son, till my last breath.
Stay strong, son.

From daDda

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Don’t let me drift like a ghost in the wind,
These nights are storms that howl my name.
Madness once caged me

Now it sets me free,
I recall the war I waged with you,
A battle to bend and break you.

I fought to hold your fractured light,
Tried to cradle in your sins
But this snow devours me whole,
I’ve watched you shatter into every part of me
Ohhh! I surrender.

I surrender to your perfect crimes,
To the hands that sculpted my ruin.
Oh, all I want now is to wade in your sins,
Your soul has melted into mine
Ohhh, I surrender.

I would trade my wings for your chains,
Let this binding be our fate.
I’m coming home, through dusk and fire,
I’m returning by every step.
Hope I haven’t outrun time.

Hope I’m not late now?

Oh, let me be the hands that mend,
I will stitch the past with gold.
Spring will rise from all we buried,
I can’t loosen my grip on your perfect heart
I can’t,

 I won’t let go anymore.

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IT IS OVER, I QUIT.

I quit wearing this mask,
A mask of a shadow in a walking stance.
I wake to wear life like an ill-fitted cloak.
This pretense of survival is suffocating me,
So,
I quit.

Don’t ask me to hold the line any longer,
Here is the towel in my trembling hand.
I quit the weight of empty friendships,
Friendships that bring loneliness.
I quit grinding my bones into dust.
I quit inhaling exhaustion,
Smoking my soul into despair.
It’s over.

I walk away from longing unreturned,
From attraction met with disdain.
From your embrace of loneliness,
I will not step inside.
I quit deceiving myself with dreams
Dreams of “maybe.”

I quit climbing the tree of futility,
This tree of futility where its fruits are out of reach,
This tree where its branches crush my dreams.
I quit drinking the bitter dregs of despair,
Waking each dawn to a darker night.

I quit inhaling this smoke.
I quit searching for warmth in indifferent hearts.
I thought life would be a bed of roses,
But the thorns tore my skin.
I found myself drowning in the cup of my tears.
You know what?
I quit.

I quit viewing this mirror of lies,
This mirror that whisper “I’m less”
I won’t break myself into shreds
To atone for sins I never committed
Or even the ones I’ve committed.
I quit living for you. It’s for me now.
This towel I throw is soaked in regret.
Let it fall.
Let me fall.
As I quit.

No more tears shed in the dark.
No more beating this weary heart.
I quit carrying this ghost
The ghost that whispers defeat.

I will go.
Find myself among flowers,
Among trees that stand tall without permission.
I will offer myself the kindness,
The kindness the world refused to give.

I quit this dance with procrastination,
A thief that stole my tomorrows.
I quit crying for those who never turned back.
I’ve learned the only thing I have is me.
This relationship, this charade, this ache
It is over.
You cannot stop me.
It is over. I quit.

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Dear God, 

Please don’t leave me on this tempestuous road. 

Don’t leave me in this storm and thunder. 

Every step I take is heavy with anguish; 

I have tilled the earth with my hands, 

with my hands, yet I’ve found only dust and despair. 

My God, I cry like a leper, don’t leave me now. 

This path you carved for me 

I have stumbled many times. 

I’ve lost myself in shadows darker than the night. 

I remember the night I swore never to call on you again. 

I remember the hour my hope lay broken, 

the shards piercing my soul. 

But please, don’t give up on me yet. 

I remember the ocean of sin, 

its waves pulling me under. 

Yes, God, I remember it all. 

But who am I? 

What am I 

When your grace is absent from my equation? 

Without you, I am ash in the wind, 

A leaf plucked from the tree. 

Please don’t leave me in this scary forest of life. 

Dear God, 

I scream for your mercy. 

I’m a drowning man clutching at the hem of eternity. 

I know! 

I’ve been an ingrate, God! 

I’m more a wanderer than a child. 

Please don’t give up on me yet. 

I remember when I walked atop the sea, 

on the sea, yet cursed you for the splashes on my face. 

I was blind, ungrateful, and lost. 

Please don’t give up on me.

Don’t leave me to perish. 

Please, God, hear me. 

Please don’t let me stay in this wilderness alone. 

I scream till my voice breaks, 

Till heaven quakes with my plea: 

Don’t give up on me, please. 

The road is slippery, 

A serpent of terror coiled around my feet. 

I’m falling, God. 

I’m falling. Please don’t let go of me. 

My footing is gone, 

And the darkness grows bold. 

Please don’t give up on me.

Please don’t leave me. 

Oh God!! please, 

don’t leave me, 

don’t leave me, 

don’t leave me here. 

I beg with everything I have, 

with every tear, every breath, 

every whisper of my soul: 

Don’t give up on me. 

Don’t leave me here alone. 

Amen. 

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Copyright Michael Edison

ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this poem “Dear God, Don’t Give Up on Me” from the point of heartfelt prayer I made through poetry during my toughest paths of life. I hope this piece of poem resonates deeply with anyone searching for hope, mercy, and God’s guidance through storms of despair. If you’re asking, ‘How can I trust God in hard times?’ or seeking ‘inspirational prayers for strength and faith,’ this poem offers solace and a reminder that even in our darkest moments, His grace can light the way. I hope you find the strength, faith, and renewal in these stirring verses designed to inspire and uplift the soul.

FAQ

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Dear son,
It’s been a while since I sent the postal bird,
its wings carrying my heart to your world.
Life held my hands hostage,
But the antennas of my ears stay tuned
I stay tuned to every beat of your weary heart.

Dear son,
Frustration knocks like an uninvited storm.
This storm is not to break you, but to wake you
To wake you to the truth,
The truth that says, “You’re meant for more.”
It is not your enemy;
Rather, it’s the thunderclap of change.
Though it rattles, shakes, and unsettles,
I sent it not to break you, son
I sent it to wake you,
reminding you that you are not where you belong.

Dear son,
I sent frustration as a firefly in the night,
To be a flicker pointing you to a path unseen.
It is not a chain but a compass,
Calling you to navigate toward more
Than the stagnant waters of now.

Dear son,
Do not wrestle with it until your soul bruises.
It is not a foe to fight
But a whistleblower unveiling hidden treasures.
Enough of one spot, son
Enough of self-inflicted storms.
For the world awaits your voice,
To be a light that guides them from shadowed lands.

Dear son,
Nine months birthed the baby you,
But it takes years to birth the man you must become.
Let frustration not depress your spirit
But sculpt your resolve.
Feed not the wolves of despair,
But rise with gratitude for it.

Dear son,
Squeeze its juice of purpose,
wring from it the wisdom it conceals.
No longer shall frustration bruise you;
Instead, it will build your capacity
To break chains and chart paths unknown.

Dear son,
You cannot lead others from oppression’s pit
if you’ve never climbed its walls yourself.
Frustration is the forge,
And you, the blade being tempered
To carve paths of promise for the waiting souls.

Dear son,
Arise now, and let frustration be your spark
The spark that ignites your light within.
I urge you, son,
To choose the vision you wish to see,
For you are not defeated; you’re destined.
And remember always, son,
That my endless love holds you.
Until I write again,
Stay strong, son.

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ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this piece “dear son: letter 11 – the power of frustration” in quest to solve the puzzle that comes with the feeling of frustration and how to deal with frustration in life from the place of personal experiences.

I wrote it in guise of a heartfelt letter from a father to his son, but in real sense, it is a letter I wrote to myself and my young friend Sam to emphasize that frustration is not a defeat but a signal for our change, growth, and resilience.

I crafted it to reflect themes like overcoming life’s challenges, finding purpose in tough times, and turning frustration into motivation, this poem provides emotional and practical guidance for those feeling stuck or overwhelmed.

It is perfect for readers seeking encouragement during hard times and ways to channel frustration into positive transformation without seeking encouragement from any external sources. This poem is inspired from the reading in 1Samuel 30 vs 4 and 6

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 What is the best way to deal with frustration and grow from it?

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Ans: Yes, frustration can serve as a compass for self-discovery and progress. This poem emphasizes using frustration as a tool to navigate toward a better version of yourself.

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Dear son,

If you are 25, in 15 years, you will be 40, 

Same with 35 and 45, 50 and 60 is in a blink  

Imagine when this year started, 

Now it’s ending in a few days ahead. 

The question of how fast that will be is, 

See the same in brief 14x cycles   

It’s a matter of a sleep and waking 

Waking to behold you’re over,

It’s not pressure, my son,

But the art of maximizing time, 

For no one has ever truly held its reins.

Back in 2001, son

I was still in primary school, 

2007 felt like a century away, 

It was so far but now I’ve closed my eyes

My eyes are opened being aged 

The age Near someone’s grandpa

Wondering where the years flew?

Dear son,

Time is like butterfly friends

It has wings and flies as the eye’s blinks

Use time wisely, son

Understand that you don’t have time. 

Nobody ever did, not then, not now. 

May we never be over when we were not done, 

May we finish every race before we’re called to rest. 

For time, dear son, is a fleeting companion, 

And once it’s gone, there’s no turning back.

I wish you well, son,

Till I write again

from,

dAdDA

Dear friend, 

I hope you can hear me

I know you can hear me from the other side of silence? 

The silence as I sit upon this empty seat of memory 

With memory I hold the fragments of your kindness, 

like echoes in a hollow room.

Each tick tock of the clock is a reminder

A reminder of the extra miles role you played

You cheered my name to prosperity

You took my business like it was your own 

And lifted my dreams 

As if they were wings to your soul.

But here I am, 

I’m left alone with our last conversation, 

A text that haunts these hands

frozen in time, 

a relic of words I replay 

like a broken record in the night.

It getting to the second-year

If only sleep could bring you to my dreams, 

But each night is a silent void, 

no glimpse of you 

Nor a you name to dial on the phone.

Two years ago today, 

you staked your name for mine, 

stood tall when shadows crept in. 

Amidst a sea of fleeting faces, 

While others fluttered away 

They fly away like butterflies seeking nectar 

then disappearing with the wind.

You taught me God’s kindness, 

you were everything friendship was meant to be

A brother I never deserved, 

A gift taken too soon. 

How I wish they’d let you stay, 

How I wish they let us plant those dreams 

And watch them grow

But they clipped your wings 

Before you could fly.

Now, I am surrounded by fair-weather friends 

Friends who only linger in sunlight, 

But you, you stayed through every storm, 

You brought friendship

When the world turned cold.

Sleep well, brother, 

Rest where the sun meets the sea, 

My forever friend, my forever loss. 

Your memory is a scar 

I wear like a badge of love. 

Journey well, Sunny, 

May your light never dim 

Wherever you are. 

I miss you, always.

From,

Edison

Dear dad,

It was last night I saw the postal bird, 

on my way to the garden, 

it is the garden where I air away pain. 

I’ve lost it, dad. 

I’ve lost it. 

I fought this battle so hard, 

So hard that my bones are bending

I’m losing it all,

You said you’d be my light in the night, 

You said you’d be here to help me fight, 

You said you’d watch me grow, 

You told me to stay strong, 

You said you loved me, 

You said I’d have what to feed the birds 

you said I could put all these eggs in your basket, 

you said you’d walk with me through the fire. 

But dad, 

I’m feeling lost. 

I watch myself fight this battle alone, 

I’ve watched my tiny bones grow 

They’ve grown into armor, 

The armor that fight day in, day out, 

My days are filled with tears, 

Yes! I swim in tears of my fears

I’ve watched the sun shut at me on the battleground, 

I’ve watched enemies storm my sanctuary, 

I’ve watched them invade the walls 

The wall where your promises used to stand. 

Dear dad, 

I’m losing it. 

My fingers are fading, 

the sun isn’t smiling anymore, 

my shadow is slipping away like sand in a fist. 

I need strength, dad. 

I need a hand to fit into mine, 

I need arms to wrap me in warmth

it’s getting cold, 

so cold down my feet, dad. 

I’m losing it. 

Maybe it’s time

It’s time you let me see me, 

It’s time you send the rain into my veins 

It’s time you wake it before it stops pumping. 

It’s time before I fall completely 

I’m slowly drowning

Dad, I need help to break free from this cycle.. 

I can’t find myself anymore, 

I’ve watched too many things die, 

I can’t watch myself fade away.. 

Where you at dad?

I’m losing it, dad. 

Forgive me, dad, 

forgive me for growing up in this lifeless life, 

forgive me for learning how to survive alone. 

Forgive me, dad, 

forgive me, 

forgive me.