By Ikenna Onyegbula
There are days
when past sorrow drowns me thick beneath vast bodies of fear
deep within great lonely. Days of endless night.
it is then I become artist; then that I draw grace
in the shape of two brown feet
hardened and calloused, planted firmly above ground
I paint resilience as broad black streaks of chaotic discord.
These are the days when I come to learn
the true value of pain
the days when I am choiced to slave away silently in despair
or have enough nerve to shake off my shackles
burst through my prison, beat blood shakily through veined wings
and fly. It is not always easy. I am not always successful.
Yet these are the days when I learn that hate can sometimes
create a butterfly effect that results in love.
Poems in Passage
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