I write this poem
For the ravishing loop inside
The one only a father’s love can rejuvenate
I write this poem
For the boy living in fear
I’ve been you and the light has found me now
I write this poem
For my mother, with whom I have learned
To kneeled before confusion with my trembling love
Not knowing when to gather my scattered pieces
I write this poem
For the man, I will become tomorrow
The yore has come to pave way for your light
Let the distance perish as you embrace the new
I write this poem
For the friends and ex-lovers, I’ve outgrown
You all have never really known me
And we are better off at far ends
I write this poem
For the amazing disagree
And all its unsettling shenanigans & bitterness
I hope you don’t set feet into my new terrace
I write this poem
For the ones who caused me pain
Then laughed while I hurt, in damage
The truth is I still remember your faces
And I have forgiven you now
I write this poem
For the darkness
You’ve loved me like no other, but
Please release my sunlight to replenish you now
I write this poem
As a handkerchief for tears, I am yet to shed
I am proof, I am loved, I am worthy, I got this
Let those tears out, but rise then they dry
And just like rain, this too shall pass
I write this poem
For the angry flood
Do not wet my face again
Or sink me into your mud again
I write this poem
For the cold nights ahead
Please remember I am a sunflower
I write this poem
For the peace I long for
Bless the gardens of my life with all your seeds
Lamin, do I hear you say amen?
I write this poem
For the stubborn wound of a lover
Do not stretch the past into my present
I write this poem
For all my bullies
Your pain inspired my growth
And I hope your children look up to me
I write this poem
For the new friends, I’ve met
Your friendship refreshes me and I love you all
I hope you stay, but if you leave, I’ll understand
I write this poem
For my well built lover of a soulmate
Find me when the sun comes out
And stay as long as I exist, loving me strong
I write this poem
For my beloved father
You have loved me before I knew love
I hope the passing is forever easy on you
I write this poem
For the clumsy hands of death
Be gentle on the ones you’ve taken from me
I write this poem
for you listening
Be kind and ooze love upon everyone
You’ll never know who is standing at your sickbed
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