Poetry

When | Poem

When the shadows close in

When you feel closed in

When breathing feels so difficult

When holding your head up is tiring

When doubts consume your thoughts 

When your chest feels caged 

When your mind seems full and blank

When nothing and everything matters

These times might seem far apart

These times might seem never ending

These times might be a recurring reality 

These times might hurt to imagine

These times might never be understood 

These times might never be spoken of

Never forget… I’m always there

I’m holding you up

I’m the low whisper

I’m behind the hesitation 

I’m that incredulous laugh

I’m that feeling pulling at you to remain

I’m the blurry hope

I’m here… I’m there. I AM. 

—–

©Ọrẹolúwa Matẹ̀milọ́lá 2020 All Rights Reserved

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