Philip Abayomi Olorunfemi Poet Free verse

Cipher of the Self

In life’s long labyrinth, I walk unnamed
a riddle to others, an echo to self;
for how shall they read me
when I am still learning my own language?

I move by the whisper of inward winds,
intuition; my unseen compass,
a quiet oracle breathing
through the chambers of my mind.

Blame them not,
their eyes seek mirrors, not mysteries.

And I? I am mist,
felt, not held.

For when a man is fully known,
he stands naked at the edge of ruin;
understanding becomes a blade,
and closeness; an elegant betrayal.

So I speak in silences,
and act in shadows;
a lone architect of unseen blueprints,
building without applause.

Secrets are seeds:
bury them deep.
For lips are doors,
and doors invite storms.

Even love must earn its light.
Did not Samson
whisper strength into the ears of Delilah;
and wake to find himself
shorn of glory,
a lion turned lamb?
So veil your fire.

Guard the altar of your being.
Cover your food to eat;
eat your food to cover;
let wisdom be both shield and bread.

Be neither sun nor storm to all;
for excess burns,
and absence chills.

Walk your path;
do your best,
for the world is a restless crowd
no single soul can satisfy.

Thus, I remain a quiet enigma,
breathing between knowing and unknowing,
becoming,
yet never fully known.

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