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ORÍ (Inner Self)

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      (NaPoWriMo14 Day 27)
I wait in silence as fate speaks.
His dictates and acts not my own.
Minding not my wait, I’m just in haste.
All Ori requested, I’m being thrown?
Life unfolds as it is written.
No dictates of destiny worries can alter.
While I make plans, it follows its patterns.
Hoping in his pouch are days brighter.
I wait in prayer for what tomorrow brings.
Laying ’em all at the feet of the Maker.
He sees tomorrow, He can heal my sorrow.
Hoping He makes do His promises to the letter.

Olufunke Kolapo

Hi, I’m Olufunke Kolapo — a writer, teacher, and mental wellness advocate. Since 2012, I’ve used this space to share true-life stories, powerful poems, and personal reflections to uplift, educate, and encourage healing. Over the years, this blog has evolved — just like I have. What started as a platform for storytelling has grown into a sanctuary for the anxious soul, a hub for teachers seeking resources, and a creative corner for lovers of words and wisdom. Here, you’ll find: Stories and tools to overcome anxiety, overthinking, and fear Poetry and literary analysis that stir both heart and mind Digital downloads for personal growth and classroom success Whether you're a reader seeking peace, a teacher looking for resources, or someone trying to slow down the noise of life — you belong here.

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