Thursday, 17 December 2009


Her name was Oye
Divine as her name I know she was sent from above
Simplistic in the way she carried herself she welcomed me with open arms and blindly I reached.
Trust was key.
Concrete persona I seldom spoke of my issues and it remained so for a while..
Sitting within a confined space the onslaught of memories passed my way, her empathy cushioned my anxiousness into a sub missive state to which I hate.

Exposed is now my name
no strings to hold my limbs and yet l remain still
I wipe tears from my face and question if this is real
confused to the situation I laugh hysterically.

If this is the admittance of myself then I'd rather leave it dormant for once that box opens I fear what's inside.

Oye was her name

She was the truth...

1 comment:

  1. wow... very powerful... like a raw wound that needed healing