The Poetic Word

Intrusive Thoughts

Sometimes, a lost being just needs to be talked to

Yuraforrat New York | Photographer

Poem Written by Gloria O’koye

Breathe…

Stress will tamper your health when

You’re overwhelmed.

 

Inhale…

Allow gratitude to fill up the weary lungs

To regain strength again.

 

Hold that breath…

As if it was a newborn’s cries

Waiting for the human experience

Of paternal love,

After transitioning from angelic midwives.

 

Exhale…

Releasing all those moments of

Staring into space

In a soul entomb

Of emptiness.

 

Exhale out the phlegm of

Worthlessness.

Enemy of hopes and dreams.

 

Contemplating on life

As eyelids battle to open,

Or fall into slumber like Snow White

Without the curse breaking free

From a true love kiss.

 

Items becoming a gateway to test

Creation and enter the unknown.

Breaking the veins are crystal clear

Reminders of forests uprooted,

Stirring up landslides and destruction

To the ecosystem that was the pillar,

Sustaining the spirit of love and heaven’s

Gifts inside.

 

Sitting at the edge

Wanting to plunge into the ocean of chaos

And darkness.

Flashing lights entertain taboo thoughts

But outsiders only mock the surface.

Sometimes it helps to be validated of self

And to be listened to.

 

Sometimes

A lost being just needs to be talked to

While walking through the tunnel.

Sometimes a being needs to know what’s worth living for,

A glimmer of importance

Of future plans to work towards.

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