By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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I lie in my bed and it feels as if I have been strapped by the handcuff of fear
I try to move but fear’s strong grip holds me down and lashes me face with slaps of sad realities
I’ve been served a cocktail of grief, pain and emptiness…the cocktails keep coming until I become drunk in lassitude. I lay still in bed; orbits wide open like an owl peeled off all conscious belief.
The air in my eyes sting but I refuse to shut them for in the ceiling plays the movies of my mind
Rewind
A younger me jumping out of bed like I have been stung by a bee
I slide my feet into the slippers of my dreams while dashing off the room into the corridor of renewed faith and determination.
The morning prayers are to be said and I recite the “Hail Mary” with a plea asking that my dreams be guarded by that angel that guards the gate of heaven.
In my heart, I plant a flower garden watered by the sweet drops of my dreams and cultivated with the tool of ambition.
I let the flowers blossom and feed my soul with happiness intertwined with hope of continued survival.
Young I never flirted with the ideas of fear.
I was oblivious that such a word carried with a lawn mower that could level out a garden of dreams
The only fear I knew was the fear of the dark but its insidious brother could entomb life itself.
Back to reality
I can take a lesson from my younger self
I can regrow my garden and let the sweet smelling petals become a spell that breaks my straps
I should realize that the cocktails that I am being served by fear can be transformed into a fruit punch of faith, hard work and success.
I can squeeze back my feet into my slippers of dreams that will walk me directly to my future which has no fear lingering around to steal me away from my purpose
For the “Hail Mary” I recited fervently clothed me with her intercessions that became a guard for my dreams.
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