My Soul Flickers
Some days, I shine on and on,
Then I flicker, my ambience is gone,
I’m ever trying to have ceaseless hope.
My inner light is just failing to cope.
I quiver and I shake at my very core,
Keeping my light on steadily is now a chore.
Could it be a fault in my circuit system?
I fear my soul has formed another schism.
My being wasn’t always like this,
Broken, fragmented and simply a-miss,
Glimmering, yes, it has always done,
but I crave luminance in the long run.
The kind that glows and sparkles within,
Radiating every nerve and vein under my skin,
so that I feel alive and bouncy once more,
and the piercing darkness no longer takes score.
But after every hurtful and heartbreaking mess,
My light experiences a period of stress.
For very soon after, it weakens and jitters,
and so this is how my soul still flickers.
© Mabel Osejindu
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