ACHING WINGS OF HOPE
Father figure.
Some nights,
heartache comes,
Puncturing my soul
& my tongue thirsts for words.
Where these words grow wings,
dashing into flying schools.
But here I return each night,
scribbling on tablets of time.
My aches as I name them,
one after the other until morrow.
Where, if I am a survival bird
in this enrolled school of flying,
I hope and am sure that I will
& I am sure that life was what it is.
Worthy of living for those who want to,
just as I am living in the past & in the now.
About the Author
John Chinaka Onyeche is a Nigerian writer of colour (BIPOC) and historian from Etche in Rivers State. A graduate of history and diplomatic studies. He is dedicated to ensuring that the full scope of history is accurately represented. Connect with him on Twitter @Apostlejohnchin or https://linker.ee/RememberAjc
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