MY SOLITARY LETTERS - VOICE

Voice

You hold me like an anchor,

Like suicide ropes hold their beloved

Without fear for the soul sleeping silently within

And this soul rests like rosewater in a potter's brown pot

Swaying like a ravenous blizzard who lost its mother.

You whisper my name and I become the words of a poem;

Unable to move, unable to have its own thought:

"Why does your pen only speak poetry?

Why can't it tell a story?

Is it because you lack a creative mechanism to muster distinct thoughts?

Why are your speeches and steps scripted? "

Your words strike me like a knife in my chest dragged up to my throat, stuck underneath my chin,

But yet all I bleed is indecision and the inability to complete a poem

All because my anxiety has pretty hair and polished nails,

She wears a skirt and dark makeup,

And her steps are soundless;

Like rain piercing through clouds even when she wears heels.

But for now this soul will sway,

For now this poetry will speak,

And for now she'll stay with me;

(Or perhaps it'll be forever)

And cause these tears to roll

Like rosewater from the soul.

©Samuel Jr.

Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.

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