Grief is love with nowhere to go
– Helen Macdonald.
Your absence fades like the decrescendo of bluesy music in my room.
Like a shuffled playlist,
it keeps rewinding itself in my eardrums.
In my memories.
In my mind & silent impulses.
A crescendo of your appeal left me willing my sanity
to my darkroom longing for security in insecurities.
I searched for you in every darkness & light.
In every constellation that beams with hopes.
In every air that breathed your name.
In every room that couldn’t eclipse your presence.
I practiced solitude until I could make my
body sleep at a moment’s notice.
My first journey of survival began with liquor & flame,
with a pen & paper caught between the pages of an unfinished poem.
Mother strode across the door into a sickbed that withered you from your son.
They call it a coffin, but I call it man’s safest bed
from trials & tribulations. I pulled myself back to happiness,
transposed it through a clad smile. I swallowed grief
& forgave it as much as I could.
I gasped at your absence that survived & again at your presence that dawned.
Mother, I empty your unaddressed letters tonight
& ask me how long will we build distances?
Uproot forgetfulness, watch it germinate
into a get-together party of mother & son.
I wrote poems. You called them untwined kites.
I know they’ll never reach the pinnacles of heaven & your breathless body.
My yearning of you tastes of vinegar
To be grieved is to always be blamed
for what fate never planted but uprooted.
An upheaval of depression & I’ve drowned again
in my dug pool of melancholy, like a victim,
all I see through this distance is a victim of fate & grief.
I am walking toward what I hope is without distance.
Mother, may I find you there!
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COMMENTS ( 13 ) -
Titilayo November 24, 2021 03:46
This is real beautiful. Keep soaring
Aduagba Agaka November 19, 2021 23:45
This is melancholic indeed! You're too good, Gid!
Abdulkareem Abdulkareem November 19, 2021 16:41
This is beautiful, Gideon! Congratulations, man!
Ariyo Ahmad Akanni November 19, 2021 16:16
This is brilliant, Gideon So Beautiful
Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò November 19, 2021 14:49
"My first journey of survival began with liquor & flame, with a pen & paper caught between the pages of an unfinished poem..." This work is absolutely terrific. You are going places, Gid.
Salami Alimot Temitope November 19, 2021 11:53
Amaziiiiing This poem is superb...
Samuel Ojile November 19, 2021 10:58
Yowas poem forced me to think Mom is not here anymore, no, that's heartbreaking. May you find the power to heal.
Elisha Oluyemi November 19, 2021 10:36
The lines are as evoking as the title. What a striking piece!
Olusoji Obebe November 19, 2021 10:29
Powerful, grieving lines.❤️
Omodero David Oghenekaro November 19, 2021 10:23
"I searched for you in every darkness & light. In every constellation that beams with hopes. In every air that breathed your name." Favorite Lines!! I love this very much, Gideon. And I'm really grateful to have come across your talent today. Well done, man!
Omodero David Oghenekaro November 19, 2021 10:20
What a poem, Gideon! What a poem! Congratulations brother
Muiz Opeyemi Ajayi November 19, 2021 09:22
Lovely poem, dude.
Olalekan Hussein November 19, 2021 08:38
I do not need to hyperbolize, this work is beautiful aswear! Keep writing, boss!