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Sculpted by silence
My days were filled with limp lifts of your hands,
each a tear steeped in lost compassion.
You made me swim in a cold, clammy sea of sorrow~
and shaped me into a voiceless, motionless
s c u l p t u r e.
My cries were your joy~
your face and the devil’s wore identical masks.
Your indifference became a disease
to my heart, soul, and mind...
and you dimmed the r a g i n g f i r e of love
once emblazoned on my spirit.
"When yesterdays become devoid of compassion."
You wished me ceaseless tears.
You filled your heart with whatever floated your boats~
and most of what you swam with was worse than hatred~
yours are I n d i f f e r e n c e and n e g l e c t.
I knocked on psychiatrists' doors~
only to find them latched behind,
walls unspoken like the ones you built.
I tried to smoke, to numb my mind~
but thoughts were too heavy, too thick to lift.
Even alcohol grew placid on my tongue~
its burn too dull to matter.
Thank God I met Jesus~
on my wounds, He rubbed a healing balm,
His sunshine blossomed as treasure in my chest.
In the rubble of devastation, I found your love again.
But what am I supposed to do with it now?
Only that I am now made fearless, tearless..
by His
s c r I p t u r e.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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