If you called for a hunter’s bait, I’ll ask for your sane again
Search without a trace, the notes we left on paths
I seek to recover, you demise hatefully cheerful yet
what a wonder indeed, with words that pierce your touch
The preacher’s scripts are alive
worn out in weeds of mighty silence
Blown from side to the end of the tunnel
yet sees every yoke that fell and withered
Bring to him bellows of triumph
that mirrors the steepest edge of his heart
Say with love the deepest of truth
that breaks bad and hurts what no good.
I don’t know what inspired this poem but it’s found me joy today. Some actions cages us within, but we fear to break boundaries, we are scared of losing touch with our inner souls. I want to say to you today that you can never lose touch with your within because you rule you. Your inner soul always hunger for your readjustments, it keeps you re-informed about who you are and who you ought to be. That’s what I learnt today.
It’s been 15 days since we started this journey and I would love to know what you’ve learned so far, what lessons you grasped from today. Would be most glad if you also have a poem to share with us on the reply box below. Thank you.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.