INK AS MY ROSARY—A Poet’s Unspoken Words
My poems are not just poems.
They are where I put what I cannot speak.
Each line is a bead I finger in the dark.
When I don’t want anyone to hear me pray.
THE POOR MAN OF ASSISI
He lay down with nothing but faith.
No silver spoon, no worldly crown,
Yet his spirit lit the world like wildfire.
He bowed out, leaving footprints in the sands of time.
A Nation Eating Its Own
The river of care is dammed until silver unlocks its flow.
How does such a system keep afloat? It survives by eating its own.
We plunder our nation’s treasures and slap a family name on them, calling theft a legacy.
Until We Meet Again
I hold the pieces, though unclear.
I hope we grow, hand in hand
Two souls that time cannot disband.
Your prayers will walk with me each day.
Lighting my steps along the way.
The Black Star Dimmed
Her pursuers rise like palm trees by running streams.
While she scrapes by, licking the surpluses of their abundance.
A cradle that once brought forth innovation and intellect
Has turned into a breeding ground for mediocrity.
FORGING LIFE
Hope is ember, but action breathes.
Oxygen to flame: promise to self.
Life is a fortress breached by despair.
loss’s trebuchet, regret’s manoeuvres
Yet you rise, weaponed by name and love.
The pieces we still carry
Some come into our lives to teach us lessons.
Some to guide us through the darkness,
and some, perhaps without meaning to,
break pieces of our hearts we never knew could break.
My Alma Mater
A siren that rang as a constant reminder that I had no time to waste.
Voices of teachers that were supposed to be motivational but felt like judgment and criticism.
A CRY FOR STRENGTH
By: NAA DOODUA DOODU (THE LITTLE OBSERVER) I feel myself sinking deep, My fears pursue me, they never sleep. I long to run, to turn away, Yet part of me yearns to stay To face the storm, to stand and fight, To see if courage can birth the light. My […]
The Unheard Heart
By: NAA DOODUA DOODU (THE LITTLE OBSERVER) I gave the world my all, my best, I loved it more than I loved me, And, in giving, I was blessed. But it could not return what I could see. It took my trust, my time, my soul, And left behind a gaping hole. My greatest fear […]