DEEP
The depth of being held and discarded
The depth of being left alone and surrounded
The dept of being loved and hated
The depth of being forgotten and remembered
The depth of being alive and dead
The depth of being dead and immortal
The depth of being mused and amused
The depth of being silent amongst noise
The depth of being one with home
The depth of being alone and away
The depth of being the same and changed
The depth of being what makes us decay
free fall deep…
because the depth of the fall
is the strongest of them all
but this birth and existence we yearly celebrate
& our inert wishes whisper & embrace
for a while
in a while
until into the wind away they fly
our hopes
our goals
our own
our ghosts…
at last
& it is just one feeling we cannot change
hence, we can’t help but age
& thrive
& smile
& celebrate
until life ebbs away
at the tail end of the tunnel
where we’ve dug deep
our feet on time’s sandy shore.

Grace Okoliko
Beautiful!
Jaachi Anyatonwu
Thank you, Grace.
Jude Mercy
Enriching the heart. It’s deep-seated imagery is clear and concise.
Jude Mercy
Enriching the heart. Its deep-seated imagery is clear and concise.
Jaachi Anyatonwu
Thanks, Jude.