A Place of Rest
The language of the watery water
I have been made to understand
In his arms I find solace
His compound is my place of rest
Each time my can can no longer can
Each day my spirit, soul and body can longer cope
Each moment my womanhood is shown the activities of hell
With open arms, I am always welcomed
Hugged and made feel important
For...
The language of the watery water
I have been made to understand
In his arms I find solace
His compound is my place of rest
When the people of the world choose to be deaf to my screaming silence
And no one listens to my cry for help
Moment when my tears compete with the rain
Times when all hope is about to be lost
The language of the watery water
I have been made to understand
In his arms I find solace
His compound is my place of rest
The compound of falling water
The place for my falling soul
My state of mind does not matter
Peace it gives my whole
A place of rest
Where I get wet
Without stress
Where I get tickled
And not punched
Where pleasure overwhelms my veins
And not pressure before pleasure that eventually leads to pain
The language of the watery water
I have been made to understand
In his arms I find solace
His compound is my place of rest
Can I just drown here never to see this monster again?
Copyright © Oluwasola Elisha | Year Posted 2021
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