Nights the universe drown us in ourselves-By- Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Nights like this, we are strange creatures
Created after a god- fading into a whisper;
We sit by our mother’s windows
Wearing a colourless skin on a body
Defiled by silence, emptiness & paleness
Waiting for a known face, hand & voice
To reach for the music in our hearts & the memories
Skating our shadows on the surface of hell.
We carve our faces out of the earth
On a sheet as blank as our brother’s smile
& the laughter on our sister’s face
Carrying portraits of men who invented
The word ‘abuse’ for everything in skirts.
On this part, nothing is fair, not even in love & war.
We bear the images of how the universe
Sip light from the veins of boys like us
Learning to throw themselves to dark songs.
When life suspends your being by the thread of depression
You stretch into unsafe places in your body
To see what it really means to be a god in ungodly times.
Our souls stand beneath burning trees
With tales potent enough to keep the living asleep
Tales always begging reality to hold her temper
& grip from girls wrestling with their own beauty & endowment.
Deep in our hearts, we believe in God’s existence
But, we do not know why our efforts to find him are always futile.
Our cries are gardens of burnt flowers
& of weeds, growing on incinerated skins.
We let the wind fill our bodies with strange songs
& poems, weighing the world on a dirge-scale.
There are battles on our insides
& too many boys have died with diamonds in their hearts.
Our silence grows into something
Without a head, a form or being
For our voices are aliens to the earth
& to everyone not created in our image & likeness.
Maybe we’re never made to be beautiful
Or to be free like the wind, from ourselves.
Sometimes, the only things worth holding unto
Are end products of depression- though, they are broader ways to death.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
More than ever before, beyond those happy faces we see around lies a soul slowly drowning in the sea of depression. Some for reasons inexplicable, others may be due to the overwhelmingness of life’s hurdle. Depression can be a state of stagnancy, where everything may just feel meaningless at some point.
Ever experienced this? Perhaps gratefully you’re past this phase already?
Or maybe, just maybe you’re currently going through something similar.
Please do not remain within the confinement of that shell, reach out today @email@example.com and let’s rub minds together and see how we could bring you back to you again!
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