Calling Home by Oyinuche

Oyinuche | October 9th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments


I wake up in the morning, and the day is grey.
I look in the mirror, disgust looks back at me.
I feel my chest, and it’s still there;
the branding that reads ‘failure.’

It’s on days like this,
that I can’t do anything but stare into the blank,
It’s on days like this that I remember,
…I have a home.
It’s been long but I am calling still.
I hope this number still works,
I hope the line doesn’t break,
I hope He’ll pick up my call…

“Father can you hear me?”

Poet Bio

Oyinuche is a poet still new to the block as her works have just begun to enter publication. She writes in a not so traditional but contemporary manner. Oyinuche is a Biomedical science student who loves writing poetry, reading books and listening to music.

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