Don't give up, at least not on love.
Odusola Oluwalayomi@odusolaoluwalayomi451350
5 months ago
When I was younger,
Everything gave me joy.
I couldn’t be fonder
Of my parents, my friends, even my silly toys.
But then at age eleven,
Something crazy happened.
A fight from morning to noon,
Had unexpectedly ensued.
Now don’t get me wrong,
My parents had never been perfect.
But one would think they would get along
On my big day, but alas, my expectations weren’t met.
Maybe that was where it started
This journey of sadness,
The fighting, the shouts, the quarrels had led
Me into this great big mess.
Smiling became difficult, happiness seemed far
For my parents, reconciliation seemed a dream too great,
Because as usual, they were always at par
All through my childhood and even till date.
Then at age sixteen,
I had my first crush,
On someone so tall, so handsome, so lean,
He turned all my insides into a great pile of mush.
I should have confessed
Who knows what could have been?
But the images of all the fights lingered and pressed,
The voice in my head told me it could never be.
Then twenty came,
And with it a special feeling,
Which I tried so hard to strangle, to control, to maim,
But the feeling grew stronger and I just couldn’t find the means.
He liked me too, just so you know,
So I followed my heart, although I was scared.
I didn’t know where this thing would go,
But I know it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had feared.
At first, to be honest,
Things were difficult ,
Today up, tomorrow down, today a trough, the next a crest,
And on some days, I felt I should bolt.
But Peter was patient,
Forgiving, accepting,
A listening ear he always lent,
Accepting my fears, my faults, my venting.
This December, we plan to be wed,
In a small ceremony surrounded by friends.
My parents of course, would not be there,
Our tainted relationship, they refused to mend.
Can I say I’m not scared?
No, of course not.
But one thing I definitely do not fear
Is making my kids feel my issues are their fault.
Oluwalayomi ❤️
@nirclepoetry
