If a poem is the shortest route to tell about
grief, then an anthology is not dissimilar to a
scar. I come
from a country where one depressed soul is equal to a lever lifting another.
I say my body lifts itself when I hold a hand, like two birds flying in one accord.
There is surely nothing new here.
Maybe, a language, a sigh & sign only these scars feel.
How easy it could be for one's pain to flicker
without burning.
a radiating sun drifting
drop by drop into the cloud.
My body keeps dropping letters telling me it's weak of feeling pains like sponges
drown in an ocean of tears. I write & write
& someone else joins in the medley of my pains.
It's like the body having two hearts it can't safeguard.
Gideon Emmanuel ( he /him) is a young poet, teacher, lover of kids/nature, orphans & depressed people, from Lagos, Nigeria. His poems have appeared in Eboquills, U_Rights magazine, Arthut anthology, Boardspeck, Street Child anthology, Terror house, Agape Review, Poemify Publisher, Fiery Scribe Review & forthcoming in Brittle Papers, Ninshar Arts & elsewhere.
