LABYRINTH OF MY MIND
Adeyemi Temilayo@temilayoadeyemi651864
5 days ago
Taking a stroll through the labyrinth of my mind,
I recall the dark days when all hope seemed lost.
There were moments I prayed for death,
believing it was an escape,
the silence of the void more inviting than the cacophony of despair.
I hoped for a miracle, but none came,
and all I wanted was to be enveloped by the darkness,
like a heavy shroud.
The darkness beckoned, my only refuge,
locking myself away in a dim room,
hardly eating, hardly sleeping.
The air thick with unspoken fears,
even my tears of pain refused to fall;
I thought it a punishment for my sins,
a cruel reminder that I was trapped.
As a sinner, I believed I could never escape.
But then, the truth revealed itself,
"I can be free from sin,
I can live a life of righteousness and purity."
This truth began breaking through the hopelessness I inhabited,
like sunlight piercing through storm clouds.
But before this truth came;
I thought my dreams were crushed,
my hope dashed,
trapped in a maze with no way out.
But then, they helped me—
Who are the they?
That must be a question which lingers in your mind.
They: my family and friends,
each person in their own way,
pulling me back from the brink of madness.
My mother’s whispered prayers wrapped around me,
my siblings steadfast presence a lighthouse in the fog,
friends who sat in silence,
their warmth reminding me there was always a tomorrow.
Yet I didn’t want a tomorrow;
I craved a now,
the sharp edge of the present moment.
I made plans, envisioned dreams,
only to be reminded:
many plans dwell in a man’s heart,
but it’s the Lord’s counsel that stands.
My nightly prayer became a plea for my last,
as the darkness grew more oppressive,
a weight on my chest, suffocating.
I wished for clarity but sank deeper,
like a stone cast into a dark abyss.
Instead of embracing the light,
I clung to the shadows,
their cold embrace comforting yet suffocating.
I longed for strength yet felt so weak,
and when I wrote, the words felt like spears,
piercing my soul rather than healing.
But as death remained elusive,
I chose to embrace life,
the vibrant colors of existence pulling me back.
With the last flicker of strength,
I held onto the spark in my heart,
clinging to it before the darkness consumed me.
I began to rebuild what was broken,
step by step, brick by brick,
erecting walls against despair,
each brick a testament to my fight.
Even now, the darkness still gnaws,
watching, waiting to consume me,
but I will hold onto that spark—
the little flame that ignited the fire within.
THIS IS MY STORY
#poetry
#nicle
