teniola poem and story

16/06/2026

"Dream High"

When in doubt, dream high.
When faith is about to be lost, dream high.
When hope seems unavailable, dream high.
Reach for heights that touch the sky in your dream,
Let your spirit fly higher than the tallest tree,
Where your true self can be free.

Fear not failure nor the call,
For in dreams, we conquer all.
Hope may seem impossible, but never give up.
The sky is yours, and you belong to the sky.

Sometimes it may seem difficult to keep hope high in times of distress,
But never give up; keep your dream alive.
Because it must not be just imagination or nightmare,
It must be achieved.

Sometimes the time might be slow,
But your dream must be alive.
Dream high, achieve high, stay focused.

11/06/2026

11/06/2026

T. I. M. E

Time dwells in the vast expanse of our minds, judge our moments and aid our essence in the journey we call life.

Time eludes precise measurement of actions, efforts, and essence, guiding us through joys and strife of life.

Clocks in motion marks our moments, but fail to define our fate,
For each event unfolds as it should do, regardless of the hour or the date of its occurrence.

Time exists in the past, dwells in the present, and available in the future.
No perfect time exists, in the majesty of its orbits, only the present is there to seize.

As I glance at the clock, a shadow of uneasiness evolve, fear creeps in, allure of joy fades, as the whispering of time is slips away into oblivion.

Time , a stream of life, ever flowing, endless and continuous, come what may. Is Available to all without discrimination but understood by few

Time drags for the sufferings, a burden too much to bear,
Yet it races for the joyful, of a flight fleeting beyond compare.

To the wise, time inspires, it urges, it propels us to act, to reach for the top prize, in accordance of its usage in whatever direction channeled to
To extend help to the moment, record and remind of the past and assure of the future.

Make time, not just for others, but for yourself too, For there's no "perfect" moment, no prescribe cue.
Cherish every second of time, for every laughter it brings, and for every tear it draws. For tomorrow is uncertain, drawing ever near at pace beyond the reach of time.

Tick, tock, tick, tock the relentless and tireless march goes on, with no
pause to ponder, no respite to dawn.
In the ceaseless dance, amidst life's charm and challenges
Embrace it now, for there's no time like time.

08/06/2026

Stolen childhood
Because she is the first child,
You place the burden on her shoulders.
Too young to be a parent,
Yet forced to care for others.
While your own child sleeps in comfort,
She watches through the night.
Missing school, arriving tired,
Her future is fading from sight.
You send her to hawk on busy streets,
Where dangers wait each day.
Some return with wounds unseen,
Some lose their childhood on the way.
You silence her cries and hide the truth,
Afraid of what people may say.
Ignoring the scars, the tears, the pain,
As innocence slips away.
A child is small, a child is weak,
Yet their voice deserves to be heard.
Behind a smile may hide deep hurt,
Behind their silence, painful words.
Every child deserves to grow,
To learn, to laugh, to dream, to shine.
Not to live in fear and pain,
Or carry burdens before their time.
No child should be forced to suffer,
Neglected, beaten, or denied.
Every child deserves protection,
Love, respect, and equal rights.
Child abuse is never acceptable.
Childhood is precious and should be protected.
Every child matters. Every voice matters. Every life matters.

22/05/2026

Losing Myself
I lost myself
Trying to fit in
With everyone
Just so they could accept me
Just so I could belong
I lost myself
Trying to please everyone
Bending until
I no longer recognized
Who I was
Giving too much
To people
Who only knew
How to take
I gave love endlessly
Even when my soul
Was running empty
Still craving
To be loved back
To be chosen
To be seen
I carried everyone’s pain
Like it was mine to heal
While my own wounds
Stayed untreated
I waited
For so long
Hoped too long
To be noticed
Until I slowly
Lost myself
Forgetting
That I was worthy
Even without
Their approval
I do not need
Everybody to accept me
I need myself
To remember
How valuable I am
I did not lose myself once
It happened gradually
In silent moments
No one noticed
I forgot
How to be happy
How to laugh freely
How to enjoy being social
Without feeling exhausted
I kept saying
“I’m okay”
Until those words
Started sounding like lies
Deep inside
I finally admitted
That I was lost
Now I’m searching
For the pieces of me
I left behind
Hoping one day
I will find myself again
And feel whole once more

20/05/2026

It’s Okay Not To Be Okay

Some nights,I lie awake in silence,Fighting battlesNo one can see.

Some days,My smile fades before noon,And my heart feelsLike it wants to burst.

It’s okay not to be okay.Not because I am weak,Not because I am broken,Not because I am less humanFor shedding tears.

It’s okay not to be okay.Even the moon disappearsBefore it becomes full again.

I cry if I have to.I feel every emotionWithout shame.

I am human,Not a robot.It’s okay to pause,To restrategize,To start again.Okay to admit,Okay to be tired,Okay to take deep breaths.

I won’t pretendEvery wound has healedJust becauseTime has passed.

Behind my smile,My heart still cravesHugs,Help,Encouragement,Happiness.

Healing takes time,And that’s okay.

Because sometimes,It’s okayNot to be okay.
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