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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.

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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.

The strength of a woman

The world whispers her worth in shadows, 

In shadows where her face is veiled, 

Her voice is often bullied in the cage of a narrowed dream. 

She yearned to see the sun. 

In her clime, culture is friendless, 

And religion smiles at her like a smirking smoke, 

Yet she pulled up strong. 

From childhood, her hands were burdened for the man, 

Her gender becomes her only crime. 

She tends her baby and the other. 

How can the bearer of kings be perceived as minor? 

Her place is limited in the palace; 

This too, she must fight. 

Each month, her body wages wars within itself. 

Nature has made her body fragile; 

She carries the universe in her womb. 

Her womb shifts her form, 

Her womb makes her a stranger to herself. 

Again, she has to fight through it, 

To live or watch herself die on the stretcher. 

She is a warrior. 

She carries the ancient burden of motherhood, 

The labor of birth, the joy and terror entwined, 

The weight of a life is left for her to sustain. 

Oh, woman, you hold the universe within your embrace, 

Your body the soil from which generations bloom. 

She cares for the frail and him, 

Her hands are a balm for their wounds, 

Her shoulders a fortress that bears unyielding storms. 

Why does this world lay its endless demands on her? 

Yet she endures, 

She rises, 

She fights through defeat and despair. 

Woman! Remember these battles you survived, 

Each one a scar you wear, 

You wear a testament of wisdom. 

You fight through flows and the dry era. 

Call yourself a warrior 

And not the inferior. 

Woman!

Your strength is your power, 

If you could bear all these, 

Why would you now break under a veil? 

Your beauty touches the earth with fire, 

Why would you cover it in the dark? 

Your voice is that of hope; 

Why let it be silenced? 

Woman! Lift your head high, 

Keep your head high to feel the power in your bones, 

For there is no creature alive with such a fierce grace as yours. 

Rise, claim your place in the sands of time, 

For you too hold the spark of brilliance. 

Wakeup, oh! woman

You are strength beyond measure, 

Not just a survivor but a beacon, 

Not just a warrior but a universe unfolding. 

For who can describe thy strength, 

Oh, woman.

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ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this poem “The Strength of a Woman”  to be a powerful poem that celebrates the resilience, courage, and inner strength of women. This poem sheds light on the strength of a woman and the burdens she carries, from childhood to motherhood.

It portrays her as a woman warrior facing society’s limitations, cultural expectations, and the physical challenges of life. Each line captures the power of a woman as she endures, overcomes, and rises with unmatched grace.

This poem about a woman’s strength and courage honors her unwavering spirit, making her not just a survivor but a beacon of hope. It reflects on the resilient woman who bears life’s heaviest responsibilities while nurturing those around her. With strength beyond measure, she stands tall, not only as a mother but as a force of nature who holds generations within her embrace.

In The Strength of a Woman, we see the beauty and power of a woman’s strength unfold in poetic form. From enduring monthly battles within herself to carrying the ancient burden of motherhood, this poem serves as a tribute to every woman’s strength and courage.

It reminds us that every scar tells a story, every battle makes her wiser, and every challenge fuels her indomitable spirit. This is not just a poem for powerful women; it is a call to embrace and celebrate the unique, fierce grace that defines every woman. I value every woman in my life, I hope you do too.

Let me hear your thought in the comment section, thank you for staying with me to the end.

She is the only book I long to read, 

Each page an uncharted sky I soar through by day. 

She is the muse that breathes life into my silent lines, 

Her smile ink enough to script endless tomes. 

She alone kindles the sun’s audacious glow, 

The flame that fuels the quiet brilliance of my moon. 

She is my polished queen.

Her shadow the miraculous proof of wishes fulfilled, 

Her presence stills the earth, rendering it breathless. 

Her voice commands the tides and whispers to mountains, 

Her beauty outshines the brazen sun’s pride. 

Her gaze, a salve that heals unseen wounds. 

On her wings, I find my unyielding refuge. 

She fills the echoing void within, 

Guiding me from the abyss of night 

To dawn’s first light. 

So, I stand, an awestruck witness, 

Watching how the sun bows in her presence, 

How every creeping being names her flawless, 

How the shadows of my past dissolve in her light. 

How the constellations murmur her name in rapture, 

How the earth pirouettes in the realm of her aura, 

How thrones rise in silent ovation. 

How impossibilities transform into living truth. 

Let me linger in this hallowed reverie, 

Until my days dissolve like morning dew. 

Amen. 

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ABOUT THE POEM

The Muse of My Heart is Michael Edison’s ode that likens the beloved to the sole book worth reading, the poet highlights how each interaction fills his world with light and meaning. The poem is a deep emotional description of the how she becomes a source of hope, inspiration and how the poet finds renewed joy in life.

I wrote this piece to resonates with anyone who seeks a poem about love and light, showing how affection brings warmth and possibility into the heart. However, this is a strict personal expression that can relate with anyone who believes and imagine the beauty of love. The poem’s imagery reflects themes of devotion and admiration. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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September 02

Many years have passed,

The sound of trumpet and brass

It was like a call of solace.

So I pulled off the curtain;

They were worshippers.

They told me God was there,

They said it was the gathering of the saints.

So I watched them dance,

And I wanted to dance too.

Yesterday night,

I cradled my son through the silent streets,

Chasing the painted promises of a distant God..

I knew if I laid him down on the altar,

I would have him with me again.

So I rushed there at night,

Like the woman with the issue of blood.

Alas! ’Tis night, the guard clapped back:

“We can’t open the church for you to pray

Until when the saints are gathered.”

Tears fell like unanswered prayers,

As my son faded into the night,

On the solemn September 02..

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Yesterday, I lied
When I said those birds were singing for me.
Those sparkling smiles were just a shield.
I lied when I told you, “It’s fine.”
It wasn’t to scare you but to shield my scars.
I’ve got bullet wounds,
From bullet wounds to bullet dreams.
I’ve been a survivor of the unmerciful universe,
So I lied.

Today, again, I lied.
Yesterday had promised roses today,
But thorns pricked like forgotten dreams.
Like a bright facade, I masked it in laughter
While shadows whispered.
Each word like a heavy feather,
Hoping you’d believe the story I spun,
So I lied.

Tomorrow,
perhaps I’ll find the strength
To peel back layers of the tales I weave,
To let you in where silence now resides.
But fear holds tightly to the threads of tides;
The echoes of my battles still entwined.
Yet in this moment, I’ll wear my smile.
I’ll wear the smiles
Maybe one day, it won’t be a lie.

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I wear a mask,
A fragile mask that cracks within.
The jagged edges ring memories,
Memories of the love I let slip away.
I seek atonement,
Atonement from the people I cut,
leaving behind scars that never heal.

I’ve lost many loves I failed to nurture.
I watched angels walk away from me.
They say the value is known when it is lost,
But I yearn to live just once more
And find peace at last.

The echoes of my past still linger,
But there’s light in the reborn ,
Spark of hope in rebirth.
There is light in newness and rebirth

copyright 3rd september. Edison Michael

I won’t kill anymore.
I have been a serial killer.
I have killed a thousand times
Each life a fleeting spark extinguished in the dark.
I have murdered countless times,
Strangling dreams, pressing life into oblivion.
Year in, year out,
I plunged a dagger into the heart of dreams

yet gained nothing but desolation.
So I won’t kill anymore.

Are you looking for the serial killer?
Call me a repented murderer;
Perhaps you’ll bind me in chains of remorse.
But even in those cold, iron confines,
I will find a freedom more profound
Than the lightness of days long past.

I won’t kill anymore.
I have cleaved countless pieces of myself,
Becoming the beast within my own shadow.
I wore the crown of despair,
For I couldn’t forge the empire of my aspirations.
I’ve strangled the essence of life from my soul,
Punishing myself for every misstep and failure.
I’ve been a relentless tormentor to my own spirit
So harsh, for my failures have been many.
Yet I forgot: such trials are the crucible of our humanity.
Failure is the furnace in which resilience is tempered,
A necessary descent before the ascent.
So I repent
For the many deaths I’ve inflicted upon my own heart.

I’ve lived a thousand days within the maze of my mind,
A ghost haunting the fringes of reality.
Chasing the mirage of happiness I’ve never grasped,
Locked in a dance between rigidity and chaos.
Each mistake a blade, each failure a wound.
I’ve slain my own spirit with no sanctuary of grace,
Watched my tears fall like rain in the storm of addiction.
Yes! I’ve been ensnared by the crimes of my own making.
But now,
I won’t kill anymore.

Copyright, Michael Edison

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ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this poem ” Confessions of a Serial Killer” from a personal POV and life experience of overcoming self-sabotage and finding self-forgiveness after years of being trapped in self-destructive behaviors.

Written with deep introspection, I tried to capture the struggle of letting go of past mistakes and the commitment to stop being your own worst enemy. If you’ve ever felt the weight of regret and wondered how to stop self-blame and guilt, this piece will resonate with you.

It reflects on the pain of self-inflicted wounds and offers a message of hope for those seeking to transform their pain into personal growth. Embracing the theme of self-reinvention, I cooked this poem to serves as a reminder that healing from self-inflicted wounds is possible and that finding freedom in self-acceptance is a path  worth taking. I hope you enjoyed it as much as i do.

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