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Watching the light at the end of the tunnel,
the tunnel I have come to call abode
I stay wrapped in the familiarity of the darkness
The darkness I have come to know as norm
Fearful of its mystery shining bright and infinite
Wondering what the heck it wants from me
I run!
Run further, run deeper int secret sins
I feel my no more, going through the motions
Tripping over hidden guilt,
I am caught!
Caught in the sand slowly sinking beneath
Feet by feet till the sixth I am pulled
Pulled into the darkness darker
Than the familiar, for this is the end
The one fashioned just for me
I wasn't watching for it but I saw it
The light! the very one at the end of the tunnel
It was there, still here
It never left
It followed me, It followed me!
Into the dark of the darkness for there
It shone brighter and brighter and that which
Was deep black now was lit white
With arms outstretched he pulled me out
On ground solid my feet he set
heart filled with joy this question I asked
Who are you?
With love like none i had ever heard described
He spoke these words in return
The light of the world
The way, the truth
The life, the Saviour
I am
JESUS!!

©Belema.S.Ekine
2 Corinthians 4: 6- For God, who said, " Light shall shine out of darkness", is the One who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ
He left me to drown
Swam to shore
Saving himself and the dreams
O! the dreams, we dreamt
Together or so it seemed
For I see now that 'we'
Was only 'he'
A typographical error on my part
For he had a dream, didn't
Necessarily need me
Any 'she' would do just fine
O! How naive I was,
How could I not have seen
Him for what he truly is
An imp
Walking around on stilts

©Belema.S.Ekine
Little children with screaming ribs
Bulging eyes and feeble limbs
Stomachs filled with empty meals
Spirits broken in penury

Growing up unevenly
Economically and socially
Basic needs are luxuries
With less than one dollar coming in

Choices robbed,  Options deprived
The pendulum swings
Absolute and Relative
Survival chance Is dreary bleak

Cycle so vicious,  Our hatred grows
Like Perseus,  Our own heroes
We must now become
Slaying the beast at every turn

For like Medusa ,
Poverty is a dreadful Monster
With vices for hair
But not immortal

©Belema .S. Ekine
Concealed depression is
Buying water proof mascara
So you won't have to reapply makeup
after each daily breakdown.

Concealed depression is
Laughing at everything
so they won't question
why your eyes always water.

Concealed depression is
staying up until 4 a.m
because it's the only time
you can ignore the world
and no one will notice.

...Or concealed depression is
taking three melatonins
in hopes you'll sleep deep
enough to keep the terrors at bay.

Concealed depression is
Staying consistently busy
So your mind will be too exhausted
at the end of the day to fight you.

Concealed depression is
the impatient selfish monster
that burns bridges as you cross them.

Concealed depression is
feeding yourself lies like
"I'm fine" or "I won't cry".

Concealed depression is
the uphill battle that you don't get to win once;
it's a mountain you're forced to climb every single day.

Concealed depression is
silently screaming, hoping someone
will have super sonic hearing,
swoop in like a bat,
and carry you under their wings.

Concealed depression is
never hugging too tightly
or meeting a gaze too intensely
in case your guts may slip
out before you can catch them.

So when they accuse you of changing,
when they accuse you of rage and indifference,
of violence and apathy,
when they ask why you never called,
when they ask why you never told them,
all you can say is that concealed depression
is like an overbooked hotel and there's only room for one.
All you can say is that you were afraid
Your darkness would drown them too
and then there would be no one left to save you.
Every day is
the same road, same lines,
same lights, same dents
on the
c r o s s r o a d s .

Flickering lights of
s t o p    &    g o

Sitting on the back of a cab,
The beeping sounds start to sink in. . .

S    l   o   w   l    y
I close my eyes, thinking :

"  Where the **** should I go?  
If somewhere the rivers don't flow,
W o u l d   I    b e   a l o n e ?
  **"
Seeking for purpose
In the BEGINNING



There was you

And with you

Came me

It was us

Us against the world

Strolling towards the future

Side by side



Lost in a warp

With the world plugged in our ears

It is you and I

Against us

Our backs turned against the future

(a future frozen even with global warming)

We look behind

Remembering not LOT’s wife

And the PILLAR of salt.



The END

 

©Belema .S. Ekine
once there was us but now there is just salt
Love he penned down
In lines crafted with
Passionate chimes
Emotions he scribbled
In stanzas so smooth
Metaphor no longer
Could refrain locking
Hands with Simile
For within each rhyme
Were hidden rhythms
Of his fervent heart
Only she could decipher

©Belema .S. Ekine
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