Olùwàwómíshúshúdámilólá

We break,
that's how light gets in.
When we yield to you
You press
You squash
You wring
You crush
And finer and finer we get.
Till we are fit for your use.

I know this.
More so, had a physical experience yesterday.
I died, literally.
And I'm counting it all gain
Amidst the emotions and disappointments
The fears and tears.
I'd dust myself and hold on to you
It has always being about you. It'd always be.

So again, I don this scar
It's my 'suffer with.....' experience.
I'd press for light
And gain,
And you.
And you!

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