Let's Talk!

By Emmanuel Uduak-Obong Esther

I am coming, allow me think a bit.

Was our journey this far a feat?

Please, take a seat, we need to talk.

Let us talk and not in distress suck.

Move closer, I have lots of things to say.

With my life I will not pay.

We have carried the weight of borrowed chains,

Wounds from history still coursing in our veins.

Come, grab a seat, let us talk.

Do not ask me what we should talk, but let us talk.

I know things are hard,

I will say it and not pad.

Sleep seems far from the eyes these days.

Do not lie, let us save the nays.

I tell you, your shadow says it all,

Like a heavy darkness before a fall.

You walked down the mall of life

But end up driven by the hands of strife.

Your smile has become so sour,

Now even your wings cannot soar.

I hear you say to them I am strong,

But deep down you know it is wrong.

For how can you be so strong

When every night you sit and moan?

In this world, we are made to fight,

Not by might and neither by sight,

But by Him who can make all right

And vanquish every fright.

A great man once penned his story,

So get a pen and write your story

Into chapters no one else can claim,

And sign every page with your own name.

While you live here, stay near

And let go of every fear.

For this too shall pass

Beyond grief, beyond the glass.

You are God's perfect design,

And even broken things can still shine.

Hold on, for the Author has not signed,

The final chapter is still being lined.