The very moment your heart stopped,
mine stopped too...
your body was buried, but mine was allowed to roam and I feared...
I walked around in a coffin,
no one else knew, but I died...
I wanted nothing,
but to lie on the bed which was now my tomb
A tomb decorated not with flowers,
but with ink and pads...
I turned to the frame on the wall,
to perform my daily ritual of soliloquy..
Instead of the brilliant smile that made me all numb,
I saw an inscription that read
WRITE..
There and then, the struggle of writing to set myself free and to live once again began...
I cracked open the tomb with my ink
and broke the coffin with my wordings.
Tick tock.. Tick tock..
my heart started to tick
Now that I'm risen, I've become a preacher for life..
Do you consider death, is it by hanging or by stabbing??
Death is never an option,
trust me, it is hard to die...
life is sweet,
Live, and make life even sweeter..
The sermon of sanity,
is the sermon I preach...
©uyok
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