BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Passion is like the seed
That you may not get a chance
To see it grow
It may be growing its massive
Underground networks,
But you may lose hope
Without the flowers
Singing its growth song
Passion may be the late bloomer,
Watching others gain fame
As a sapling
That won’t reach for the skies
Like its kinsfolk
Passion
Will come and go,
And make its comeback
More stronger
Unexpected
Passion will get annoyed
When the movement
Puts it on the spotlight
Because passion will ask
Where was the love?
When the trend turn their backs
To admire
Other sunshine’s
Passion may
Go through burnouts
And
Hiatuses
But passion will
Always return
Sooner or later
Because true love
Is never far,
From the sacred place
It rests its head in.
Passion can be the lowest
In the ecosystem
But it’s the most vital
Any disruption
Will cause waves
Of extinctions
If those on top cannot be adaptable
And even
If the surroundings evolve,
It will never be the same.
Passion is like the great coral reef,
Multitasking to sustain all things
Mighty or overlooked
Passion is like an atom,
May be unseen
But life will come to cease,
If it explodes
Passion is what motivates
An exhausted soul
Passion brings in light,
Into a world that doesn’t know where it wants to go.
