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Erioluwaleyi Ola-Bello Poem
Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was,
Of the decisions I made, and the promises I broke
I regret everything,
From the words that I never said,
To the wrong words that left my lips.
I regret carrying the weight of others,
Crushing and ruining myself for people who never cared,
For people who only needed someone to bear their burdens,
Take responsibility for their mistakes,
Someone weak and timid, too nice to say no.
But, I’m different now,
I finally have a purpose and I’m not just matter, occupying space
I’ve realized the person I was born and created to be,
A person that can dream and achieve,
Though not without flaws and scars.
And as ugly as it might seem, it’s a part of me
It’s my identity, a reminder of what I’ve gone through,
The battles I’ve fought,
The survivor that I am,
After all, the gold has to go through the furnace before it glitters.
Indeed, I’ve gone through fire,
I’m currently one with the flames,
Each crest of yesterday has become a trough,
The high mountain that made my heart pound in fear,
Is where I stand now in triumph.
From everything that has happened,
There’s one thing to deduce,
With time and at the right time,
We would all be victors and win the battles that has made us shed blood.
The battle that has caused us to cry rivers of tears,
The warfare that led to severe heart aches
Though it may seem endless, it will eventually cease.
And when it does, we’d look back and reminisce with pride and smiles,
Knowing fully well that we’ve emerged stronger, like a phoenix from the ashes.
As we move on, we’ll carry these scars as an evidence of our resilience,
A reminder of the battles we’ve fought and won,
We’ll keep our head up high,
Facing the future with courage and hope that even in the darkest times,
God slowly steers the soul towards a new dawn”
Copyright © Erioluwaleyi Ola-Bello | Year Posted 2024
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Erioluwaleyi Ola-Bello Poem
Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
I can barely recognize the person I’ve become.
A stranger stares right back at me,
Boring holes with those eyes,
As she looks into my soul and pierces it with her gaze.
A shriek so loud escapes my lips,
A lump forms in my throat and I swallow way too hard,
Fear grips my heart and I bite my lips in response,
My hands trembling, eyes wide in horror,
Heart breaking apart with every alternate beat.
Tell me, what’s there to admire in a broken being?
What’s there to love and appreciate?
There’s nothing to admire about this stranger I’ve become,
Nothing to appreciate about the countless errors that I’ve become a part of life.
There’s really nothing to love about the person I am.
But, the person I want to be?
The one I dream of, day and night?
She’s loveable, worth appreciating
An epitome of perfections,
Not a mannequin of imperfections... like me.
Then a voice so soft and clear whispers,
Whispers amidst all the chaos in my head,
It takes a moment before I hear the words,
But, finally I did.
And it said:
Don’t say that about yourself, hold on to that string
That binds you to your true self,
The one who’s still there, waiting to be found and loved.
You’re not broken, you’re just a work in progress,
A masterpiece waiting to be completed.
So don’t give up, keep trying,
And one day, you’ll be the person you want to be.
Let the present you dream and future you achieve,
Draw the designs and paint the canvas later on.
For now, just focus on being kind to yourself,
And let your true self shine through.
Remember, you’re not just a person,
You’re a story, still unfolding.
So keep writing your own,
And watch as it unfolds with grace.
I let out a sigh and nod in affirmation,
Ready to become that person I dream of,
One who's brave and strong,
Thoughtful and beautiful,
A being of grace,
A beacon of hope,
A resilient soul that shines brightly.
I’ll pick up the pieces of my shattered heart,
And mend them with love and care.
I’ll rewrite my story,
And make it a masterpiece.
I’ll become the person I want to be,
A person who’s worthy of love and admiration,
And I’ll prove to myself that I can overcome anything.
Copyright © Erioluwaleyi Ola-Bello | Year Posted 2024
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