Staggering as I walk through the path of loneliness,
Drunk with the wine of hopelessness.
They say there is light at the end of the tunnel,
Blinded by darkness, I can't even see well.
What a hell!
"Life don show me more pepper pass atarodo."
[Life has been more harsher than the hottest pepper]
Stabbed with the knife of betrayals,
Drowning in the well of failure and disappointment.
Suicide calls me his love.
Am I a curse?
Overshadowed by the cloud of pains and heartbreaks,
"Paracetamol no fit cure all these kain headaches."
[Paracetamol can't cure all these kind of headaches]
My hope is defined: hell on perishing earth.
Whispers of death I hear,
My heart wants to yearn.
A nobody, they say I am,
An equation that always equals zero.
Little children scream, "Fake Hero!"
Dressed elegantly, with shame as "buba" and poverty as "iro."
[Dressed elegantly with shame as my top and poverty as my wrapper]
What a pitiful life!
But wait, I see a glimpse of what is called light.
Feels like a breeze from a cool night.
A change of desire, my heart calls for a flight,
To soar as an eagle into the light.
The luggage of the past, at His feet I lay.
Light Himself, the One who made me out of clay.
Hold on, pain ends.
I feel so alive, a newness.
Can vocabulary ever explain this feeling?
As I walk through the golden street of healing,
Breathing in the oxygen of positivity.
God's grace; my only tea.
Definitely sweeter than any honey.
Twenty missed calls from depression.
I'm delivered from every oppression,
Confusion included, no exemption.
What a freedom!
My smile lights up the whole world, so glittery.
"People go think say I don win lottery."
[People will think I won a lottery]
Joy like a river overflowing.
A million voices in my head singing the hallelujah hymn, a sweet harmony!
All worries and pains gone.
Looks like a dream but it's a reality.
Forgiven of all my iniquity.
I'm called God's little cutie.
A hopeless being turned celebrity!
I remember those days when depression kept me locked up in a cage, starved me, and threw dangerous punches at me. It had handed me over to his friend, Suicide, to complete the work, but the one who loves me came for me. The enemy thought he had me, but Jesus said, "You're mine!" ...hahaha. Now, I can look back at those days and laugh.
A wise man once said, "Everyone is a motivational speaker until they experience it." I see a lot of people angry with suicide victims for taking their lives. Of course, it's not the right thing they did, but I actually don't blame them. (They were already crushed by the burdens and were walking dead.) I only blame them for not crying out to the right people for help.
My advice to anyone out there going through the phase of depression or hopelessness, the feeling that no one cares or understands: there's hope for you! Speak out! Don't let those burdens crush you! Your life is more precious than what people think. Being under pressure is not worth it. Be free!
(Of course, I'm loud about my God!β€οΈ) The word of God says, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Jesus saved me, and I'm free, free indeed! He can save you too!
This is my growth journey out of depression to expression, out of hopelessness to hope.
Merciπ₯° (Thank youuuu).
π£.π¦. I wrote the poem myself, I'm a spoken word artist...Duhhhπ€
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