Again I come
To the dark room of my heart
From where I form the light
I am a spirit hovering
Over the void
Tending to the tenderness
Of a broken voice— a shrill—
shaking at the foundations.
Here, my body is a metaphor.
There is nothing left but my spirit,
But angels ascending & descending inside me.
And then, a tear. A tear because
Pain is not the end of pain,
And sorrow is not the end of sorrow.
When the night bursts on to the scene,
Do not cry
Because it signals the day.
I am here again
Whimpering at the corner,
But do not see a man broken by pain
Do not see a body swallowed by darkness.
I am a lily
Out of the dark soil.
Kolawole Samuel Adebayo is an old soul in a young Nigerian body whose poems seek to awaken the human consciousness. His works have appeared on Glass Poetry, Button Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine, The Amethyst Review, Mojave Heart Review, Praxis Magazine, BPPC anthology, Pulse Nigeria, and elsewhere. Kolawole won the April Edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest in 2017. He likes to connect with his friends via his Twitter handle, @samofthevoice.
Banner Image “Through the Trees” by Robert Frede Kenter @frede_kenter
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