There’s a part of us deep in our chamber
A part that time and age sometimes don’t put to slumber,
A part that eternally yearns for the light
A part that’s wearied of the fight.
This part seeks a higher order
A place beyond the turbulent border,
It sits in the shadow
Sometimes it wants to run through the meadow.
It wants to be heard
Like a book that needs to be read,
This part leads us through enigmatic lands
As our feet sojourn across the sands.
My room is not an empty space
I walk daily in the Father’s grace,
Sometimes the child in me could be boisterous
The reason is mysterious.
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Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His poems can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Written Tales magazine, ScribesMICRO, Lothlorien Journal and elsewhere. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
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This Poem was published in the June 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
