she never knew joy
She always accompanied sorry
As sorrow was her friend
She didn’t know anything else existed
She was in the world of her own
Pushed from here and smashed from another
Kinda like a ping-pong ball
She was tricked into love
That was the only alternative feeling she once had, that she ever remembered.
She grew unloved and wasn’t ever respected until you came
And took the little joy she had away; you little fool
She had hope that she had entered a new world… Loving and living with you
Yet, you hit her harder than a crazy drummer hits the snare drum
You hit her more times than a hi-hat appears in a trap beat
She had transcended to the reason you’re fit
She never spoke out… She was always mute
Her only physical friend was her diary..the one she always kept away from you once you arrived home
Then, I met her, at the market.. Talking to herself…
Such a beauty…. Now ashes for beauty
As she talked, she cried… I had to help
She was scared to look into my face
She was so beautiful…
I took her somewhere… We discussed.
I had to force the words out of her mouth…
Then, she thought that the only way out was the sweet release of death…
I had to embrace her… She made me sob… Such words pouring out of such beauty..
I took her into my arms… You didn’t even notice her absence… To you, she was more of a figurine to decorate your house..
She became more free with me… I provided love, care and support…she was scared to still talk to me.. She was in the shadow of doubt… “what if he’s faking it?… What if he kills me?.. What if he’s pretending?” those were the questions I spotted in her diary…
She came back when I was done reading ..OR… I was done reading when she came back…
I had to embrace her again… This time with more passion and compassion for her… Little did I know that I would turn from being a friend to being something more…
She grew to trust me after seven years… Still, you only looked for her once… You thought she had died… You went on remarrying someone else…
She heard this and was happy for you… She came to see you after she had risen from doubt and fear to trust and boldness… You were amazed at her refined beauty… You were dumbfounded after she had told you about her transformation….
So, dear Joy, I know you’re reading this and you’re smiling… I’m very glad that I’m you….
Leke signing out of this….