In a small hut, where moonlight plays,
Lives Sara-Jones in her solitary ways.
No kin, no friend to share her nights,
She finds solace in starry heights.
Alone she dwells, away from the crowd,
Her fears of people, silent but loud.
Yet, in the darkness, she finds her peace,
With her feline friend, worries release.
At night, she emerges, a silent sprite,
Gazing at stars, her tranquil delight.
Planting her dreams in the earthy ground,
Her garden blooms, a refuge she’s found.
No need for markets, no need for strife,
Her garden sustains her secluded life.
A woman of strength, despite her fears,
Hoping for courage to dry her tears.
She says no hello
Though deep inside such a pleasant fellow
The sight of peple scares
Though she really wants to let out her smiles
O Sara-Jones, in your hidden grace,
May courage blossom, fears embrace.
May stars above guide your weary way,
And loneliness turn to dawn’s bright day.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 