Bright Red Ocean

I sent it

And at last I freed myself

I actively took the keys and unlocked the heavy anchor I put in my own heart

We are inherent to argue, to fight,

And with the flaws we are decorated with

We scream, yell, and turn the cheek

As the words of the other disparate into the air

As the words of the other also act like cupids arrows

Not one of love

But an arrow that poisons the bright red heart

To an oozing black metallic

That we actively carry around for days

The days pass by and you can no longer look at them

In their presence theres a concotion of emotions that cannot be identified

Then months pass and all you do is mentally repeat the events

At what you should’ve said back in defence

But years pass by and you realize the things you shouldn’t have said

Now you look into the mirror and look at your decorated flaws

But in the reflection the once decorated flaws are now thorns

And instead of bright red blood oozing from their spots

The metallic black shows up

And then you realize that the other can’t make things right

But you need to make things right as you yearn for that bright red colour again

So you take to the only medical tools you have

You craft the words to express your shortcomings

To reconcile, to move forward, to decorate yourself with new traits

And slowing like the parting of the red sea

The dark metallic black paths way for a bright red ocean

DOLAPO FADARE