How long shall I look at myself, through broken mirror pieces
That reflect not only my face but heart?
How long shall I dine with darkness and drink of anguish’s cup
When there’s light, a door opening away?
I do swing open the door, and though I cannot see the light,
I know it’s there for I cannot see.
I let the wind take my hands,
No questions asked
And reach for a moist leaf
That drops water like the tears I’ve cried.
It runs through my veins,
Like gushing waters down a hill, crystal shining stone by stone,
Washing me clean, bone by bone.
I feel it, I feel It
Awakening my soul, a candle fire at midnight.
That resist all winds, it keeps burning and burning.
I feel it, oh yes I feel it
Melting my burdens like a thawing Ice,
And as the water flows out of me,
I feel it,
Alive.
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Ifejika Oluchukwu is a Christian Nigerian teenager with a growing interest in creative writing. She developed a love for writing after secondary school and has been honing her craft through self-study and online resources. Her creative works aim to explore the shadows of human experiences, where loss, regret, guilt, and the likes reside. Yet, even in the darkest corners, she seeks to illuminate glimmers of hope. She is currently still working on improving her writing skills and sharing them with others, alongside preparing to go to the university where she will be studying law.
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