Abimboladavid

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A wise man once said —
caution the cockling
not to jest the birdling.
For tho’ they are both young today,
and together pick up worms from the fields,
this bird will one day flap her wings,
soaring high than the cock would ever imagine.
Time will certainly make this bare.

Little beginnings, tiny drops, small steps.
Now the time has come.
Catch me if you can.
My dwelling is now with the birds,
in the high places, the crest of the mountains,
that’s where I nest.
Where your aspersions can’t come nigh.
I have ascended
Now you can tell.

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Through the shadows of the night,
the fear of failure plagues me, and
haunts me with ripples of shiver.
It pokes me on all sides with its pointed claws,
and besets me with gloom.

When the outside noise is down and the night’s calm is near,
I hear it whispering in my head,
ready to rip my mind apart,
into pieces I may not easily gather.
My days are cold from the gripping chills of fear.

It howls my imperfections in my ears,
And keeps me bound to the ground with fetters
How shall I quell the tumult of my soul?
Perhaps I’m the author of my fears
Because this all appears only IN MY HEAD.

PS: Oftentimes, the things we are scared of are not always there. We mostly create our fears and they haunt us regardless.

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Memories of you sometimes come as refreshing as the August rains and
light my face up with many colours like the blooming spring flowers.
At times, they cloud my reason as the harmattan haze,
And often enflame my heart as the summer heat.

I can’t tell for sure what feeling your memory cycle brings along with it?
Pain or pleasure?
Perhaps a fine cocktail of both.
I just hope you are bound by a similar fate.

Whatever it may be — whether pain or pleasure, haze or passion,
I will never allow the darkness to overwhelm your memories.
Neither will the sun scorch them to chaff,
Nor will the rains wash them into oblivion
As seasons come and go, so do your memories.

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Abimboladavid

Abimboladavid

I mull and dawdle over random thoughts while also attempting to curate them through writing. Whatever you see here are the results. welcome!