Gazing through my window
Penning down soft whispers
from a bleeding heart,
With clarity,
It all lays before me
messages for a dying generation
waiting for an opportunity to break forth.
The world around me awaits direction
an inner voice keeps giving me convictions
Yet, my fears have kept my mouth shut.
Bound by the chains of this misery,
I drift far away from my flairs,
Figments of my imaginations have kept me
hiding behind my own walls,
Imprisoned by my very own mind.
You know,
Fear is only as deep as the mind allows it.
I will rise,
far above my fears,
Breaking loose from my cocoon
For my message must not go unheard.
-Blessing Otabor
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