[There is something]
in her pain that is unnerving/disarming,
Something that ushers her soul into a quiet place
Where she shares space with her mind's awful silence, &
her words — sequestered into solid clumps on her tongue/stagnant.
There is something in her tears that eases the pensive build up
of angst in her chest / makes her conscious of the Rose breasted
grosbeak, perched on a tree branch just outside her window / how each
melody in its song harmonises, with the lyrics of her grief.
There is something about the numbness in her soul, that inspires
her lips to break apart in prayer.
Something that ushers her soul into a quiet place
Where she shares space with her mind's awful silence, &
her words — sequestered into solid clumps on her tongue/stagnant.
There is something in her tears that eases the pensive build up
of angst in her chest / makes her conscious of the Rose breasted
grosbeak, perched on a tree branch just outside her window / how each
melody in its song harmonises, with the lyrics of her grief.
There is something about the numbness in her soul, that inspires
her lips to break apart in prayer.
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BIO:
HAMEEDAH ARUWA is a student of the University of Ilorin- Kwara State, Nigeria. She writes poetry and prose. She participated in the Prof. Jimoh Talent Hunt, where she emerged the best prose writer in December, 2019. Her works appear or are forthcoming in Praxis Magazine, Sledgehammer lit and Eboquills.
You can find her on twitter @Ugbede_Aruwa
& on IG: @_aruwa_hameedah
HAMEEDAH ARUWA is a student of the University of Ilorin- Kwara State, Nigeria. She writes poetry and prose. She participated in the Prof. Jimoh Talent Hunt, where she emerged the best prose writer in December, 2019. Her works appear or are forthcoming in Praxis Magazine, Sledgehammer lit and Eboquills.
You can find her on twitter @Ugbede_Aruwa
& on IG: @_aruwa_hameedah
