Lost and searching
Maybe I gave too much
called it love when it was really surrender,
obsession dressed in soft intention.
But at least I tried
to make someone feel they were worth the world,
even if it cost me mine.
Now I’m just…
here.
Lost in a silence
I used to fill with comfort for others.
They say you can’t console someone
when you’re the one crumbling
but they’ve never tasted the ache
of saying words you ache to hear.
I told them,
*It gets better,*
while my own nights
turned into echo chambers.
*You are enough,*
though my mirror refused to agree.
And reality in no way bought it.
Maybe I didn’t lie.
Maybe I just wanted someone to say it back.
And now
if I’ve lost myself in the act of saving,
who finds the finder
when no one’s looking?
Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
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Written on 2026-01-23 at 12:01
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WHO FINDS THE FINDER
WHO FINDS THE FINDERMaybe I gave too much
called it love when it was really surrender,
obsession dressed in soft intention.
But at least I tried
to make someone feel they were worth the world,
even if it cost me mine.
Now I’m just…
here.
Lost in a silence
I used to fill with comfort for others.
They say you can’t console someone
when you’re the one crumbling
but they’ve never tasted the ache
of saying words you ache to hear.
I told them,
*It gets better,*
while my own nights
turned into echo chambers.
*You are enough,*
though my mirror refused to agree.
And reality in no way bought it.
Maybe I didn’t lie.
Maybe I just wanted someone to say it back.
And now
if I’ve lost myself in the act of saving,
who finds the finder
when no one’s looking?
Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
Read 8 times
Written on 2026-01-23 at 12:01
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