An uplifting poem

Fresh rain brings hope
Castaway all stale despair,
And reach for the hailing sky
moment of truth is upon us

Dance to the seasonal rhythm,
Of timely emergence
Swift feet tapping to rain dewdrops,
Of brisk sustenance

The drought of ineptitude is no longer,
Savor this brewing birth
School of passion in full effect,
Like a flower in full bloom

Hope — the pulverizing life force that wrecks illusory façades of despair.

At the end of the day — no matter how low you get, always cling to your hope. Hope is that force that reminds you that a sunrise…


A story about a kid from Nyamirambo (Rwanda)

I still vividly remember the first time I witnessed an act of kindness, an act so surreal that inspired me to appreciate this gift of life. The morning routine started just like any other by breaking fast with my parents and proceeding on to complete my chores before heading out to catch up with the homies in the neighborhood.

Back in those childhood years, we spent most of our days exploring the neighborhood, playing soccer, or competing for the rarest marbles; this was quite the popular game in our childhood before the dawn of technology, hours would fly by before…


A poem

Hope — a beacon of the impossibility,
The gleaming voice that throbs
Our quailed hearts to vanquish
Our doubtful state of being

The soothing melody allures out:
Our yearn for self-expression,
That emanates a sprout
Of amorphous joy; resolution

To shatter imposed boundaries,
Latent reflections of greatness,
Imminent awes of the almighty
Force exhuming our realness

Unequivocal bond of this word,
Invokes the willpower
To tune out numb ephemerals,
Sheltering our crown of life

HOPE — Hold on, pain ends

Thank you all for reading. Thanks to Melanie J. for tagging me in the “Hope” prompt. Writing this poem was…


My relationship with the avant-garde art of music

Art — the authentic and unapologetic expression of the inner self; the celestial flow of creativity at hand, so surreal, ethereal, transcendental. Just an observer equally mesmerized by this force. I sometimes ask myself: is it me really doing this?

Growing up, art was my cherished outlet. I considered it something out of the ordinary. It was a form of self-expression that transcended the confines of human social constructs.

It was something that was revealed to me in all forms of life. I had grown quite fond of it that I started to look for it even in the places…


I’m in awe of what my body is capable of

“Give careful thought to the day when the foundation of the Lord’s temple was laid”, you gently nudged me. What would ensue, I did not expect. But I inherently knew it was no ordinary day.

“I am in awe of what my body is capable of” — a timely prompt to reflect on how magnificent this journey has been. Permeated with insurmountable thankfulness for this precious gift of life, I cannot help myself but glare at this life force.

The manifestation of a force to be reckoned with — directing each organ to bring forth its purpose for the harmonious…


Growth effects of journaling. Contemplations

Journaling, an often misunderstood or overlooked practice, reaps a fulfilling reward. One who invests time and effort in practicing these skills gain a sense of joy that aligns with pursuing a personal passion in the unknown.

Just like a body needs to be utilized — the same applies to your spiritual and psychological health. This phenomenon is commonly known as atrophy: the gradual disintegration of a cell or muscle due to inactivity.

Life can reflect your inner harmonious state of being if you make the conscious effort to let go of trivial things that distort the permeating stillness at hand…


A poem of healing

Growth — what use of it, if you don’t expend
Your bountiful energy to bring forth
The eternity lying inside you,
Alluring other delicate souls
To partake in this permeating stillness

What use of it, if you don’t caress
Your broken wounds to fortify,
And replenish your majestic fortress
The timely resurgence of serenity
That sustains a tender spirit
While he sojourns this parasitic matrix

What use of it, if you are petrified
Of the hue in man reflecting in the mirror

What use of it, if you emit self-hate and envy To the royal soul frightened to reclaim Its…


Count your blessings: a poem

Rejoice at the present moment,
Rejoice at the arduous climb you had to weather to get you over the steep slope.

Embrace the scenic view of your rugged growth, for you persevered through each agonizing pain to witness this treasured moment.

Celebrate the plateau beneath your soles, for your sacred abrasions illuminate your character.

Breathe in the stillness around you, for it has been your sustenance throughout this process
Of forsaking old ways and building new ones.

Sustain this seasonal growth and tend to your garden, for you will continue to reap gratifying rewards in due time, like a timely…


Genuine growth unfolds in moments of cataclysmic destruction

Moments of introspective reflection — I have grown fond of lately, particularly in this day and age of information overload. Overcoming my dopamine-driven loops has been an uphill struggle and still is to this day.

Nevertheless, I am grateful for such a timely prompt that inspired me to contemplate my progress.

Before making this conscious decision, I was like a decapitated chicken aimlessly wandering while struggling to obtain its last breath. …


Free verse

Unleash your adventurous side — your hidden personality reserved for a few, your spontaneous radiance that sparks a darkened room, your jollity allures us into your perpetual levity.

Unleash your adventurous side, precious one. Unearth the pretense twirled around your prized heart, for it thrives where you direct it like a rudder determines the course of a sailor.

Unleash your adventurous side — let your scenic thoughts ascend you to transcendent realms, far beyond what your modest persona can fathom.

Unleash your adventurous side — embrace the fuel to your soul like a raging fire grows robust from a fanning…

Kevin Jahleel Ishimwe

Faith & Life Ambassador, Quadrilingual, Visionary, Writer, Adventurer

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