When your words are rods
Your strength, it squeezes
It sprinkles salt on your fears
An array of savory dishes, it presents
When your words breathes fire
Every “I can”, it tongue lashes
Flames pains that’s higher
And unseen sweats, it gushes
As sharp as a double-edged sword
Those words cut from all sides
For your peace, it raped
Impressively, your fears tides
With wings and swords, clothe your mind
To war the fears that unclothes you
Do again the things your fears jerked away
Till all is raped with “I did”.
ADENIKE ADEKOYA 