TURMOiL

i’m alone.
Just my thoughts and i.
Alone in our noise.
The silence begins to slowly pierce my ears.
Echo of pain.
The silences grows louder and louder.
My thoughts begin to fade.
No longer my thoughts and i.
Just me.

The sense of lost wraps around me.
i struggle to find myself, with his arms suffocating me.
Identity lost.
Who am i?

i am empty.
i need more but I don’t know what more i need.
Tired of this emptiness.
i seek to become one again.
Tired of seeing myself in fragments.
i seek to be whole again.

Water leaks down my cheeks.
i close the tabs.
But droplets still fall.
i’m no longer in control.
Flooded with emotions.
Drowning in my sorrows.
My heart freeze; arrested by the cold.

Had no choice but to stop.
My heart dresses in accessories.

Some silver wear.
Restricting my heart to beat again.

i remember when my heart was free.
Reminiscing to when i was in soft hands.
Feeling warm and protected.
i felt complete.
It’s been a while since i felt one with the spirit, mind and soul.
All three aligned parallel like upright soldiers, but now scattered like silent soldiers.

Written Piece by,                                                                                                                     Josa Osa-Oni.

Artist: Rosemary Grace Alebiosu                                                                                 Instagram:  alebiosu.r