HOPE THROUGH THE MARGINS
They call me brave. For sure, they cannot see
The unseen war that is waged deep inside of me.
Chains, unseen, entangle my thoughts,
A prison unspoken, a torment unkind.
The air is still, heavy with despair.
I screamed for help, but nobody is there.
Their eyes glance past the burdens I bear,
For what is out of sight is generally not their concern.
Some days, I surface, though the burden sticks to me like glue.
Pulling my hope through the margins of darkness.
Other days, I stumble, so exhausted that I am unable to resist.
Yet, even in the thickest darkness, I still yearn for light.
The strands may not be visible, but they grip me tightly around my soul.
But the cracks remind me that I am not broken.
And so I bear what they do not discern—
A stillness strong enough to set me free.
Tabitha O. Olawale
Is a writer and digital content creator passionate about introspection, faith, and storytelling. She explores themes of mental health, spirituality, and unspoken struggles, crafting narratives that inspire reflection and healing. Tabitha has contributed to mental health initiatives and continues to create thought-provoking content that resonates deeply with readers.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this 😊