It Is Well—Arikewusola Abdul-Awal

At night, when the earth dresses in the cassock of darkness// I supine on the thatched mat, spying the rain beaten rafters// I lay my head on the interlocked fingers, cerebrating on ‘what next?’

Memories of the past trickle down my veins// Dragging me to the dreary days of failures, of rejections & of mistakes// Those memories wage wars on my tender heart// Boom! My heart is bombed & I become a lethargic soul in front of fate.

I ogle the secluded angle in my room// I envisage my present; Sitting with its raised knees–arms are folded round them// Like a bony-ribbed beggar, begging for a better bundle in his bowl.

The other angle displays a blurred foreshadowing of my life’s drama. I crane// But my future is a strand of black hair in the gathering of grays// I blink, blink, blink and blink until my gravid eyes give birth to brines.

My heart is an overpowered empire// Future of hopes, in fear and dangers// & I am a tethered butterfly in the frail trap of life’s cobwebs.

Upwards I fix my gaze// Looking for the divine intervention// Maybe He would rub His soothing balm–that will fret this horrendous fate away–on me.

& I prick up my ears, hoping his whispers will wipe away my tragical past, pathetic present & foggy future// with the lulling power in his three words of “It is well.”

Bio:

Arikewusola Abdul Awal is a 19 years old poet from Shaki, Oyo state. He is an aspiring writer, who touches the heart with an irresistible power of words. He has his works published on different platforms like ilamagazine.net, global poet and poetry, williwashpress.com. His poems were also featured in A drop of love anthology, Broken chunks of hearts, and others. He really relishes reading about life philosophies.

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