Laying Through

I looked outside,
Through the window of my room
Tried to describe life,
I saw life like a tightly covered bottle
With a man inside and a need to open that bottle!

I saw myself with a shell,
A shell I needed to break and come off the pretence
Tears rolled down my dreaded face,
"This is not me! This is not me! "
Unfortunately, there was no one to listen to me

He was there, My Father was there,
If He wasn't, my steps would've been irretraceable,
I'd have been left alone
With my piece of bitter cake to share alone.

TheSonsBride

Abayomi Adeola Della

Abayomi Adeola Della is a Life & Business Coach. She engages Content Development to bring ideas to life.

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