It was the day of giving up
The moment I gave my heart a piece of my mind
The time I shattered the clouds of hope and searched for darkness
The day I owned my flaws and it became my strength
The month I found peace in failing and learning to love the process
Some years ago; I let hope get into my head
I watched it consume me like dope
I watered it till it tortured me like a predator on a prey
I wanted to be so good I let light pursue darkness
The year I learnt how to weep
I allowed my imperfections float
I let it grow
I watched it blossom into near perfections
It was a journey
That had no destination
A cloud that brought no rain
Looming darkness hovering
Around the horizon
Without the promise of light
Don’t you see the darkness that begets the dawn?
Don’t you see how darkness makes the flash so good?
Can’t you see the stars need it to shine?
Can’t you see how I have become whole?
Mobolaji is a writer, poet and an observer deeply interested in how words can uncover the abyss beneath the human experience