I was a boy when my Grandmother told me
Fear is fugazi, the danger is real, but the feeling deceives Passion is tangible, it’s how you perceive the angles. Willpower possesses immense strength. Submission to the divine rule is wonderful. The heart is corruptible. Desire is insatiable. Pride is blinding. Discipline quietly conquers. Initiative gets you noticed. Wisdom is costly, but a priceless treasure. Humility is a remote fortress against ruin. Strength without purpose is a storm with no direction. Faith is a necessity. Doubt slowly kills. Love, a raging fire. The truth is sharp, but it is what it is.
I responded
Who would I be if I didn’t show you every part of me? The hurt. The pride. The quiet and lonely side. The loud and rambunctious. The past tense and future dreams. The muted, painful screams. The leaps for joy. The ups and downs. Every transition. Every time I fell down, to stand up, and turn it back around What if I kept my biggest losses hidden, only spoke of my smallest win? Would the ink in this pen still bleed with dedication? If I extend myself to you, could you step outside and see Everything we seek was spoken into existence before we ever reached for it? Would we stay proud while drowning in deceit? Would we chase desires, thinking they’d make us complete? Would we still train every muscle, carve strength into flesh, Only to stand in the mirror and see nothing clearer?
Then she said
Go- seek wisdom, Let it carve through the noise. Open Proverbs, hear and understand the echoes of the ancient words. Lessons etched into stone, written for those who will listen. The world won’t change for you, but you can change for it. Not through pride, nor power, but through grace. Discipline shapes the hands, but wisdom forms the path. Instruction the lamp, correction lights the way. A strong man without God is just dust in the wind. A wise man, graced with wisdom, commands the storm- and it obeys She didn’t just teach me these things—she lived them, breathed them, And poured them into me. I carry her wisdom in my scars, in my steps, In the fire that keeps me moving. Because of her, I stand and because of that I am who I am.
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Maisen Hill is a lyrical storyteller whose works explore themes of identity, legacy, and the relentless search for truth. With a background in poetic reflection and philosophical prose, Hill crafts narratives that weave together history, personal struggle, and spiritual revelation. His writing often delves into the tension between order and chaos, freedom and control, urging readers to question the world around them. He is the author of Finding Lost and The Monster Who Hid from the Dark, both of which showcase his signature style—introspective, poetic, and deeply resonant. Hill’s works stand as a testament to the power of words to ignite change and awaken the restless spirit.
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