A Caved Life


In the darkness of a cave
I crave your light
A tiny bit of your light
To light through me and restore just a li(ttle)ght bit of hope.

Hope: that word sounds familiar🤔
Oh! Right! am in a dark cave.

Cave!
It's darkness covers me with a heavy presence
Presence which has turned out to be my closest Friend

Friend!
Darkness like a friend embraces me when I begin to shake.
Most nights it kinda 'cave' gets cold I can barely sleep

So darkness!
My companion does warm me like a tiny smooth baby blanket handed over to an old homeless man sleeping on the street.

Scream!
I want to scream
For it to all go away
But
I can not scream, Can't I tho? 🤔

Oh! No
My energy will be gone if I raise my voice
Even the Cold doesn't make it easy to shout
Am coiled up busy trying to survive

Survival silence!
Silence craves in I can almost hear my voice louder in my head.

My voice!
Oh! My voice, can not speak anymore
It is tired.

Oh!
I remember people, yes, people they used to talk to me always huh!
The people of my life!
Aaaarrrggghh
Giving me experience advice
Where are they tho?
Father! where are they?
Can't they save me?
Am freezing.

Their Voices,
I can no longer hear
Why can't I hear them anymore
Who are they
What do they sound like

I want to hold on to their voices
Can they come back, Come back please 😭
What is happening??
They have slowly begun to fed.

Oh No! 🤦🏾‍♀
The familiar voices have become unfamiliar
My heart mourns for their voices 😭
I gave up their voices

Voices!
Have made silence become my greatest companion
Oh Silence!

I have grown used to the darkness
Oh Darkness!

My craving for the light still lingers in my heart (Is that what hope feels like??)

So i get up one day trying to climb out of my cave to taste that light.
A plight from my fright!

I got to the top and saw it (alas the joy in thy heart)

My Heart!
Oh! No 😭 the light was extremely bright that my eyes got blinded and I fell back into the Cave.

Oh!
My flight back to my fright
Does still make the craving of Light still linger in my heart.
But a different kind of craving grew stronger inside me

A craving not of my own strength

I am growing accustomed to my strangest friend darkness and my companion silence.

Now in the Cave
Another voice
I can almost hear you with me (a deeper kinda craving) your voice
Your voice!
That voice
is my only Hope.

Hope!
The Craving of Light still lingers in me
✊🏾

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