Sitting alone where silence weeps,
I bear the weight of secrets kept.
A woman’s soul, with scars unseen,
A prisoner of a love unclean.
Through whispered nights and tear-stained days,
I have dreamt of sunlit, open ways.
A phoenix rising from the sorrow,
For freedom is coming tomorrow.
In trembling hands, I map my flight,
Break the chains that bind so tight.
The moon, my confidant, knows my plea,
As I plan for a future yet to be.
Bruised but not broken, I find my might,
For a dawn that banishes endless night.
In the mirror, a reflection I borrow,
Whispering, “Freedom is coming tomorrow.”
With every step towards the light,
I reclaim the dreams I have held so tight.
No longer captive to the echoes of pain,
Tomorrow, a sanctuary I shall gain.
Through the passage of time, resilience I borrow,
For in my heart, I embrace a new morrow.
No longer a captive in silent sorrow,
For freedom is coming tomorrow.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 