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Come out of your comfort zone.

_Come out of your comfort zone_



Our back bones are breaking,

And our smiles are cracked.

How hard it is to walk in the path of success.

With boulders strapped to our backs, we climb the crooked mountain of prosperity.

We tell ourselves, it'll be worth it. We can't remain where we are. We gotta keep moving.

We look behind us—our past.

Life is not a bed of roses in any way.

This mountain before us is dark and cynical.

Its rough paths makes our toes cry for mercy.

But we turn a deaf ear to their pleas,

Not a stance of peace or rest.

We gotta keep moving.

But the strength of a few steps is all we have left.

We are weary to move on.

Our fortune, our success, our wealth and honour. We see them just at the pinnacle of the jagged mountain,

Laughing at us, teasing us.

Is this it, for us?

Do we make it?

But His voice again do I hear,

"Move my child, your reward awaits you."

We're unstoppable like a Ferrari without brakes,

_I'm the voice inside my head speaking positivity to my being._

We're invincible,

And our coming out shall be known.

We shall look up again.

And His smile shall be bestowed upon us.

Our bones are broken, but yet-

Our mobility is rest assured in Him .



Look up brothers, sisters...

Do you see Him, our strength?



Collab by: Idowu Taiwo(Taiwolilly) and Praise Kenneth(LTPC).

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A/N: So yes! This is another post! 🤗❤This is a collab done with my sister from another mother. It shows the struggles we encounter on our way to success. Though it's not an easy road, we thank God for His presence and strength, only with Him can we move further.

Let me hear your thoughts below, have you ever felt so disappointed you just wanted to give up??? What changed your mind??

Comments

  1. Praise WritesSeptember 7, 2020 at 6:09 AM

    This is beautiful sister, will wish to do more collaboration with you.❤️❤️

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  2. Inspire2getSeptember 8, 2020 at 9:03 PM

    Well done sweet

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  3. AyanfeSeptember 10, 2020 at 10:59 PM

    This is a beautiful piece. Very real, it paints the picture beautifully, and also inspires hope. Thanks Taiwo. I enjoyed reading this.

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