The Survival Creed
Dear One,
Survival is not only about breathing or staying alive. Even the weakest bird in the sky breathes. True survival is deeper: it is to stand when storms try to bend you, to rise when the world pushes you down, and to leave behind a name that refuses to be erased.
These are not rules from books, but lessons carved from the ground of life itself. Walk with them. Carry them like a shield. Let them sharpen your steps and strengthen your heart.
1. The ground does not carry the careless twice.
Life forgives once, but not forever. If you fall the same way twice, the ground will bury you. Learn quickly. Move wiser.
2. A man who hides his thirst will drown in silence.
Do not swallow your hunger. Speak when you must. Ask, seek, knock — for a closed mouth dies even in a house of plenty.
3. The sky watches, but the earth decides.
Prayers and dreams rise upward, but only action on the ground gives them flesh. Work, for even heaven respects the man who moves.
4. Strength is not in the fist, but in the patience to unclench it.
Anger is easy, restraint is divine. The strongest man is not the fighter, but the one who holds back when he could strike.
5. The one who outruns his shadow will never find his face.
You can run from people, but never from yourself. Face your truth. Conquer the man in the mirror. That is survival’s first victory.
6. Survival is not living longer — it is refusing to vanish.
Years are counted in calendars, but survival is counted in memory. Live so that your name does not disappear.
7. A wound that teaches is sharper than a sword that kills.
Pain is a teacher in disguise. Every scar is proof that you fought and grew. Do not despise it — embrace the wisdom it brings.
8. Fire only respects the hand that dares to burn.
Life bows to the brave. To command fire, you must be willing to face its heat. Risk is the price of greatness.
9. The last breath of fear is the first breath of freedom.
Fear is the heaviest chain. Break it, and you will breathe like a free man.
10. He who owns nothing cannot be stolen from.
Do not let things own you. If your heart is free from chains, no one can rob you of your peace.
11. Hunger is the only promise the world keeps.
The world will always leave you wanting. Do not curse hunger; let it drive you, sharpen you, push you forward.
12. Silence is a blade sharper than any sword.
Words expose, silence protects. Listen twice before speaking once. Quietness is a shield and a weapon.
13. Death does not end survival — forgetting does.
We all die, but not all are erased. Live in such a way that your story is carried long after your breath is gone.
14. The storm bends the weak, but forges the strong.
Storms do not come to destroy you, but to shape you. Weak trees fall; strong ones grow deeper roots.
15. Legacy is the only shelter that cannot collapse.
Money fades, power breaks, crowns rust. But legacy — what you plant in others — will stand forever.
Dear One, never forget this: Survival is not about avoiding death. It is about refusing to be erased. Every man will stop breathing, but not every man will stop living. Let these words guide you in dark times. Carry them as your creed. Live so that when you are gone, your light remains.
📚 Written by Obed Yadzo (Lilbed Wordweave), 2025
THE AGONY IN MY HEART
A heavy heart, a weight I bear,
A pain that gnaws, and lingers there,
A sorrow deep, a wound that's sore,
A heart that's breaking, forever more.
The ache within, a fire that burns,
A grief that's constant, and yearns,
To find release, to heal and mend,
But like a shadow, it never ends.
In darkest nights, it whispers low,
A melancholy echo, that only I know,
The pain in my heart, a heavy load,
A burden carried, on this troubled road.
Tears fall like rain, a deluge deep,
A heart that's weeping, in endless sleep,
The pain it gnaws, a relentless guest,
A sorrow that's lodged, in my breast.
In silence, I scream, a voiceless cry,
A pain that's bottled, and locked inside,
The weight of it, a crushing stone,
A heart that's heavy, and barely known.
The memories haunt, a ghostly refrain,
A pain that's triggered, again and again,
The heart it aches, a hollowed space,
A sorrow that's etched, upon my face.
In this darkness, I search for light,
A glimmer of hope, to guide through the night,
A pain that's easing, a heart that's free,
A future unfolding, for me to see.
THE PROSPEROUS GATES
The gates of prosperity swing wide,
A path unfolding, where dreams reside,
Abundance flows, like a river's stream,
A future bright, where hopes beam.
With every step, a new door's key,
Unlocks the potential, that's meant to be,
Success and fortune, hand in hand,
A journey prosperous, through this promised land.
The gates of plenty, open wide and free,
Inviting all, to abundance's glee,
A time of growth, a season of might,
A prosperous fall, where dreams take flight.
Harvests of joy, and fruitful yields,
A season of plenty, where hearts are filled,
The earth gives generously, its bounty rare,
A prosperous fall, beyond compare.
In this season, of abundance and gold,
We reap the rewards, of hard work told,
The gates of prosperity, a blessing true,
A time to celebrate, all that we've pursued.
With gratitude, we gather in,
The fruits of labor, and the harvest's win,
A time to share, and give with cheer,
A prosperous fall, that's crystal clear.
May the gates of prosperity remain,
Open wide, and welcoming, to all who gain,
A future bright, with promise and light,
A prosperous fall, that shines so bright.