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The Pulse of Speed

Speed, why are you always in a hurry?
Who are you chasing
or is it me you’re running from?

You brush past me in the morning,
tap your foot when I slow down,
pull at my hands like
“Come on, you’re late… you’re always late.”

I hear you in my heartbeat sometimes
fast, impatient, loud.
Like you’re trying to prove a point
I didn’t ask you to make.

You live in moving things, don’t you?
In wheels that won’t stay still,
in wings that refuse the ground,
in dreams that won’t let me sleep.

But tell me, Speed…
do you ever get tired?

Do you ever sit quietly
and let the world catch up to you?
Or are you afraid that if you stop,
you might feel something real?

Because I’ve seen you stumble.
Yes – you.

In missed moments,
in rushed words we can’t take back,
in breaths we forgot to breathe
because you were pushing too hard.

You act strong,
but I know you need rest too.

Even hearts
the ones you race the most
they pause between beats
just to stay alive.

So maybe… just maybe…
you don’t always have to win.

Stay a while.
Walk with me instead.

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When The Butterflies Are Gone

When the butterflies are gone,
and love no longer trembles in your ribs
like a secret trying to be born,
do not panic.

Love was never meant
to live only in the flutter.

The butterflies were the introduction
soft wings brushing against uncertainty,
color against fear,
hope learning how to pronounce a new name.

But wings tire.

And what replaces them
is quieter.
Heavier.
Real.

When the butterflies are gone,
what remains is choice.
Choice to stay when moods are not musical.
Choice to speak when silence would be easier.
Choice to build when feelings refuse to bloom on command.

The world taught you
that love must always feel like fireworks
but fireworks die in smoke.

Real love
becomes sunrise instead.
It rises whether you clap or not.
It shows up on ordinary mornings
with sleepy eyes and steady hands.

When the butterflies are gone,
you begin to see clearly.
Not the fantasy
but the flaws.
Not the poetry
but the patterns.

And here is the sacred question:
When the flutter fades,
is there still respect?
Is there still peace?
Is there still kindness in the room?

Because butterflies are feelings.
But foundation is character.

If the butterflies are gone
and bitterness takes their place,
listen.

If the butterflies are gone
and calm remains
stay curious.

There is a deeper love
that does not shake you,
but steadies you.
It does not rush your pulse,
but regulates your soul.

And sometimes,
when the butterflies are gone,
what is left
is not emptiness

but maturity.

Love growing up.

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The Pages Were Patient

The pages were patient…
white as untouched dawn,
holding their breath
for a voice brave enough to arrive.

Then the ink came
not gently,
but like rain that had waited too long,
spilling its secrets
from the marrow of memory.

Dust stirred.
Silence cracked open.
Old whispers rose from forgotten corners
and stitched themselves into sentences.

Each word burned softly at first
then brighter.
A quiet rebellion of letters
refusing to be erased.

Names once fading
found their pulse again.
Moments once buried
stood upright and breathing.

Time tried to close the book
but the story would not bow.
It stretched beyond margins,
climbed past endings,
and wrote itself into forever.

The pages were patient…
but truth was restless.

And now that it has spoken,
even if years gather like shadows,
even if hands tremble and seasons shift

This story will remain.
Not as ink.
But as imprint.

Not as sound.
But as echo.

Unfading.
Unforgotten.
Undone by nothing.

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Emotionally Single

Man in despair with raised hands and bowed head, monochromatic image in a low light room looking in front of mirror

Confused I stand alone,
A heart confined, emotions sown.
A marriage bond, once strong and true,
Yet in my soul, a rift I knew.

Through days of storms and nights of woe,
My heartache’s tide begins to grow.
In quiet moments, I yearned for grace,
A partner’s solace in life’s embrace.

When skies turned gray and hope grew thin,
I sought a haven deep within.
But in my cries, I found no ear,
No empathy to calm my fear.

To lean upon a shoulder dear,
In times of struggle, drawing near,
But all I heard was “be a man,”
A hollow phrase, no helping hand.

Inside, I am withering, a silent plea,
A tempest roars, she cannot see.
Unseen, I fade, my spirit’s dim,
Lost in the void, emotions grim.

Oh, how I wished for just one glance,
A glimpse into my soul’s expanse.
Yet still, I bear this weight alone,
Emotionally single, I have grown.

Naked I am, a heart laid bare,
Aching for someone to truly care.
In whispered echoes of my plight,
I am drowning in this endless night.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
http://www.ifedolapoogunniyi.con

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In My Lowest, You Saw Me and Stayed


For the woman who stayed when I was nothing but broken.

I didn’t have to say a word
You saw the storm in my eyes before I ever spoke.
When my world was falling apart piece by painful piece,
You didn’t run.
You pulled up a chair,
And sat with me in the rubble.

I was tired…
Not just of life—but of myself.
The mirror showed a man I didn’t recognize,
Worn out, washed up,
Too numb to cry, too ashamed to scream.
But you didn’t flinch.
You just… stayed.

When there was no money,
No promises, no plans,
Just the weight of depression and the echo of failure
You stayed.

You watched me break
Not once, but over and over again
And still called me whole.
You held my face in your hands when I couldn’t lift it,
And whispered, “I see you. I’m not going anywhere.”

You didn’t love me for what I gave.
I had nothing left to offer.
You loved me for who I was
Even when I couldn’t love myself.

I remember the nights
When darkness wrapped itself around me like a second skin,
And all I wanted was to disappear
But your voice, your arms,
Your quiet strength…
It tethered me back to life.

They say real love is proven in fire.
Well, we walked through hell.
And you didn’t just survive with me
You carried me.

Now, as I stand
Not perfect, but healing,
Not rich, but hopeful
I need the world to know:

You were my safe place.
My anchor.
My answered prayer.
My miracle in skin and soul.

And if there’s a book in Heaven
Where sacrifices are written in gold
Your name is engraved on the brightest page.

This isn’t just a thank-you.
It’s a vow.
That as long as I live
You will never stand alone.
Because in my lowest…
You saw me.
And you stayed.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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The Beauty of Waiting

She stares at the wall, counting the grooves,
Fingers drumming softly against her thigh.
The kettle whistles, then quiets again—
Another minute, another breath held high.

Waiting is the ache between footsteps,
The hush before a message that never comes.
It’s scrolling through photos just to feel,
Fighting the urge to numb what numbs.

She checks the time, again, again,
Re-reading old words like a sacred script.
The silence wraps her, not as peace,
But as a blanket woven with what-ifs.

The room holds stories she dares not speak,
Memories tucked behind half-closed doors.
She waits not just for something to happen,
But for meaning to form from before.

Waiting teaches in whispers, not roars
That not all stillness is void or vain.
That growth often hides in uneventful days,
Where longing and learning intertwine with pain.

She is not idle, though unmoving she seems.
She is gathering strength in her very still state.
Like a seed tucked deep in the stubborn earth,
Becoming, slowly, what only time can create.

There’s beauty in not knowing just yet,
In sitting through silence without a map.
Because even in pause, life is still speaking—
And her heart learns to listen… and clap.

Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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Every Tear, Every Scar, I Showed Up

I showed up still…

Every tear that kissed my cheek in the night,
A silent scream drowned out of sight,
Still, I rose with trembling hands,
Facing storms I didn’t understand.

Every scar etched deep in skin and soul,
Whispers of battles that took their toll
Yet here I stand, not broken but bold,
Bearing stories that never got told.

I showed up—when silence felt like a weight,
When hope was late, and love came too late.
When mirrors cracked and lies looked true,
I showed up, even when I barely knew who.

Through betrayal’s bite and sorrow’s sting,
I danced in ashes and learned to sing.
Faith became my final thread,
When all else failed, and dreams lay dead.

Every bruise, every wound unspoken,
I wore them like armor, never broken.
For in my pain, I found my crown
I never stayed down; I never stayed down.

I showed up—not flawless, not whole,
But with fire smoldering in my soul.
Every tear, every scar, a sacred sign
That healing, too, can be divine.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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One Mind and Too Many Thoughts

There’s just one me, yet I feel split,
A crowded room where I sit.
Voices whisper, loud, then low,
Pulling me places I don’t want to go.

I smile, I nod, I play my part,
But no one sees my heavy heart.
Memories claw, regrets hold tight,
Keeping me restless through the night.

I overthink, I drown, I drift,
Between what was and what still sticks.
I tell myself, “Just let it be,”
But my own mind won’t set me free.

I need a hand, a place to breathe,
Someone to say, “Just rest, just be.”
But until then, I fight alone,
One mind, too many thoughts – my own.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2025

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