Dear Mood Swing,
Do you remember the days your sticky fingers made their way to my mind’s core, making a canvas of my vulnerable heart?
How the stench of your breath wilted the tiny flowers of happiness I had managed to tend to everyday?
Do you remember how the air your nostrils gave off drove the photosynthesis that produced fruits of bitterness in my heart?
Bitterness that lingered so long it morphed into a clog that quieted voices of relief and love, once spoken to me each day.
I curse the day I opened the doors of my heart to a creature without one,
When I gave you a comfy couch in my room of already-unstable emotions.
I curse the day I stretched out my hands to receive your so-called gift of freedom from external influence.
I curse the day I called you mine!
If only the pain you wrought could be wiped away.
If only you didn’t rouse your ugly head to plead for yet another chance,
To claim pieces of a heart you shattered as added trophies.
If only our days together didn’t still flash painfully in the garden of my mind, scorching precious lilies as I watched helplessly.
I bless the day I kicked you out,
And let my windows open to the enviable peace that comes from the core of divinity.
I bless the day the divine one, with the hem of his garment, melted away that which you wove around the last seeds of happiness I had.
I bless the day my tears escaped into the abode of the divine, causing an uproar demanding a rescue party.
I bless the day you were kicked out.
Golden_Lake ©2018
Golden_Lake is the pen name of Ajiboso OgoOluwa, a 400-level medical student at Olabisi Onabanjo University.
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