The small BIG person

To be the Bigger Person,

Is to apologize first because the friendship is worth more,

Is to wipe your tears and give your hug to the instigator,

Is to give the first smile which would be engulfed by the storm of contempt,

Is to remain as you even when the force is strong upon a certain one.

To be the Bigger Person,

Is to spray the fragrance of peace over a stench that could truly roll your eyes over,

Is to cover another’s nakedness by the cloth of your heart,

Is to take the first step upon hot coals and pray the cold stare from the coal-smith would sooth it over,

Is to consider your feelings secondary in the interest of world peace,

Is to keep grinding even when the whole world is kissing you like the pestle does the mortar.

To be the Bigger Person,

Is to shake your head saying no, but give out your hand saying yes,

Is to give out your hand saying yes, with your heart saying I bleed but that is how I beat,

Is to volunteer to be the mat in which others step upon, after all, foot prints leave imprints,

Imprints leave stories, stories guarantee an audience and an audience provides a voice,

Is to swallow your words because your poison won’t kill you but you can’t guarantee it won’t annihilate the heart of others.

To be the Bigger Person,

Is to look into the eyes of another and say ‘I see you’ even if you want to stop seeing me,

Is to say the words ‘I love you’ when everything about you is on the other end of love, because you have learnt, love is not just about the moment but the process,

Is to hold the hands of another who is causing yours to bleed,

Is to hug another with warmth in exchange for bone chilling vapour,

Is to kiss the face of another that is cold and has no lines,

Is to smile at another who stares at you with words that pull out foundations.

To be the bigger person,

Is to be the smaller person through the world’s eye,

Is to be the weaker person through your eye,

Is to be the vulnerable person through the eye of another,

Is to be the defenseless person in the cruel war of emotions

Is to be the fragile person in the house made of glass.

To be the bigger person,

Is to stoop low to conquer,

Is to be a better you.

Written by Stella.S.Ihenacho