Like a wound that’s yet to be healed

How can I be the band aid for the wounded?

My tears are still overflowing

So how can I stop yours from falling

You left me a slippery ground to walk on

I struggled to keep on walking

Until at last I fell

You were like a derelict piece of land

And yet I planted my seed in you

I watered it with faith, hope and love

And you became profitable

You profited from me

With or without my consent

Whether or not it was descent

You claimed it as your right

Now you are like a flourishing piece of land

And those who eat from you are not me

Where forth went the seed I planted in you

I woke up and you were not there

And I remembered pain

And I remembered when love was real

I thought about her and the fruit of her womb

I wished it was mine but it wasn’t

I wanted to reclaim what was once mine

What will always be mine

Two broken hearts lost and trying to find a way

All we are left with now are pieces

We are like scraps of material on a beautiful quilt

Each piece telling a story

We cling on to each other

Making the best of what life hath left us to contend with

It seems like that would be enough for now

We walk to a future where we know not how

Will we ever make this bond everlasting

We have love but not the way we want it

I have gone back home

Where I planted my precious flower and watched it grow

One piece at a time , I shall pick

I take what I can get and make the best of the rest

When you are with me , I feel whole

And when you are not there, I hold on to the memories of you

In my heart you are forever mine

And no one will ever take your place

Here I am picking up what’s left of us

Watering it with faith hope and love

In the land where my flower blossoms

I am picking up the pieces

(C) Nina Fabunmi 2018

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