BRITTLE

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

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My father's voice is a dark hole.

when I was six, I fell into it,
tasted his liquid darkness
and I became a light
too bright for the prying
eyes of dawn.

In my sojourn, I have climbed
seven mountains of tears
and crossed ten rivers of pain;
but for the map on mother's palm

I would have been long lost
in this forest of uncertainties.

So each night when my mother clasps
her palms to allow the meandering lines
rub against one another,
she is telling an angel to carve out another footpath for me,
one that leads to many places.

mine is a brittle story, and on days like this,
it breaks into pieces and scatters around
like the lines in this poem-some white, some black but all coated with raw madness.

Ogwiji Ehi
#EBO

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nice post

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