By JessyKen:


Could years pass

And the air still reek of my haunted past?

Could rivers flow

And still come to an abrupt end?

Could cherry trees blossom

And their bloom still fade?

Could mountains, hills and valleys stand

And the earth still holds them firm?

These questions I ask

My mind trapping them without an answer,

And with no one to reassure me

That I can be free from my bondage to fear;

A burden forced on me

By the harshly gust of nature enveloping my past!

One I am forced to bear

Its malodor hovering like a smoke

At what cost in life would be so enormous

To have the one thing I seek?

A thing much precious than all the riches in the embrace of the world;

One to overcome my fear,

And bring an end to shackles only I can see

Emeralds and pearls, I desire not

But the matching keys to my longing release

And if ever again I’ll be able to walk,

I shall travel far and wide,

Proclaiming my return…


A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy stud—and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place.
~Authoress Ciara

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