i get home

outside
i am emancipated
unfettered- is how my end wobbles
commander of me
that is what i make believe

but then i get home
and into my room
appreciating, with erudition
the reality - no eye dare graze these walls
that barricade me from the world

i get home
and i crash
hoping that these chains would let go
make these broken pieces of me
scatter as if to say they shattered

i get home
my sentiments, uncluttered
take me on a wave of emotions
hungry, angry, scared, desperate...
alone, i struggle

still, i get home
understanding, yet unaware
that my godsend
is en route its final destination
my doorstep, my threshold

i get home, and i wait...




Poetry by olushola ode
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Written on 2007-10-24 at 22:31

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