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Love, Deep Emotions, Thoughts, Life, Questions

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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Love, Deep Emotions, Thoughts, Life, Questions

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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Love, Deep Emotions, Thoughts, Life, Questions Love, Self Awareness, Breaking Free, Freedom

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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Love, Deep Emotions, Thoughts, Life, Questions

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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