(Face to Face with my Demons)
In the webs of confusion, I once did dwell,
A journey through a living hell.
Postpartum darkness, suffocating air,
A weight so heavy, too much to bear.
My heart, a storm of endless rain,
A tempest causing endless pain.
In motherhood’s embrace, I had drown,
Invisible chains held me down.
Sleepless nights and endless cries,
Whispers of despair, silent sighs.
A love profound, yet shrouded in fear,
As postpartum depression drew near.
But in the depths, a spark did gleam,
A glimmer of hope, a faint moonbeam.
With courage, strength, and help I would find,
A path to healing, a heart unlined.
Therapists, friends, and family near,
Their support, a lifeline, so clear.
I faced my demons, one by one,
Postpartum’s battle, slowly undone.
Through therapy and time, I had mend,
In loving arms, my child, my friend.
Victory over darkness, a triumph so sweet,
The sun broke through, and my heart did beat.
Postpartum’s pain, a chapter to close,
A newfound strength, like a radiant rose.
A warrior now, forever to be,
My journey’s end, my spirit set free.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 