Today, it will slowly get better.
But, what do I do on those seemingly infinite string of time? From sunlight to dark to starry skies to complete darkness?

The forever between today and better.

How do I wait whilst my heart gets hollowed out by time itself?

There, I finally said it.

My words blindly wisp at the distilled silence.

His lips; a silent, unmoving line.

A tiny voice that does not quite sound like mine peeks out of an
e  m p t  y
s p a c e.
I knew it.

"What are we going to do with all that infinite time?"
He slowly says, as his fingertips flicks gently and draws an  ∞ on the inner corner of my wrist.

A little inward gasp widens my eyes,
a slight stirring of all my impervious places;
a wisp of an untitled something.

It's a wisp that my raw fingertips cannot touch just yet.
It is still terribly ribboned
by
the shards of time.

"Fine, I am going to make feel in such a way, you've never felt so acutely human."

My lips flicker with something very odd.
A ghost of smile slowly begins its
slow, slow dance.

Something lovely
tip-toes
into
the
creases of
my
heart.

You know the beat of songs slows and matches your very heart-beat.
Its notes speaks all your unspoken wishes and words.

Sweet-heart, that's what your voice does to me.

Each word is like this little letter of emotion,
a little piece of you that melds into my mind.
They inexplicable etch themselves without my permission of 'yes!' across the edges of
my
heart.

Slowly and surely,
you became a lot of my favourite things.

Uh-oh?

B r ok
                                en  Hearts,
you try your very best

with those unspoken, silenced words etching into your rib-cage,
unconscious smiles with dazed eyes of sweet, sweet memories blanketing your vision,

to jigsaw them back into something like before.

Before, your eyes winked at mine.
Before, your fingertips said shy Hello's to mine.

But really, it is just
pale, pale imitations.

Just wait till someone colours it

red.

It will be lovely,
no
lovelier.

I promise.

He lets me get broke...
Just to make me richer
He lets me get weak...
Just to make me stronger
He lets me look foolish...
Just to express His wisdom.

He crushes mighty-warlord Goliaths
With a shepherd boy, a sling and a stone!
He frightens entire Syrian armies
With four lepers, no RPGs, no riffles!
He teaches kings "Humility For Dummies"
By making ***** out of Nebuchadnezzars.

I ponder some of the things He does
Terrible! But I find them amusing
And while I chuckle at His wondrous works
I'm reminded that He loves me dearly
And He added a touch of humor to the bible
To express His lovely smile on my unworthy face!*


© Raphael Uzor

And with just one little word, or was it a few?

Warmth and balminess became ice & wisps of cold.
Laughs became little sobs; gasping for air for all the wrong reasons.

A
home
does
not
seem
quite
like
it.

It feels like unravelled ribbons.

Painted grey & blue hearts.

Tears on dinner plates.

Cold tea staining raw, chapped lips.

Your breaths merely touching your bare ribcage.

Empty, emptiness simply seep into your veins,
the spaces in your skin, then the ones in your heart
and
in the
very words
you
speak.

I cannot close
my
tired, tired
lids
over
it.

They throw around the word "anxiety"
They say the upcoming test will give them anxiety
That's only nerves
A synonym

They don't feel
Burning hands
Terror throughout
Drifting eyes
World falling apart

If they felt
The way I do
Would they laugh and stare
The way they do