On this human body, I can see indelible scars and legible marks. A stark remark of a past preferred to be hidden, left in the dark and yet your behaviour can’t help but reignite a spark. Suddenly the past becomes present, brought into the light.
It is funny how mannerisms can create a sense of hindsight, retrospect… deep in your thoughts where you introspect. I can’t help but detect a feeling of longtime neglect.
This aspect of your life is only part of the story, for the way you immaculately dress reflects shades of former glory. Years when stress was faint and no signs of trauma or worry. Now I see those scars and behaviour were only allegories used to tell your fable and despite it all, you remain strong-willed, far from feeble. I hope through this poem I could stitch those scars with my empathetic needle, sympathetic thread, and protective thimble.
Yes, your name I have chosen to remain hidden, kept anonymous but the same can not be said about your bravery which can only be described as tremendous. After reading this poem all shall agree so I guess it is unanimous. Simply by nature, you are not one to use big words and sound ambiguous.
Ever striving to be better, you are tenacious. The world could learn from you and stop being too self-conscious. People leading false lives, too pretentious.
Written by Chukwuemeka Anyiam-Osigwe, A.K.A Cmex D Poet.
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