Out The Plains Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The fire don’t burn
The scars all spent
The cut don’t hurt
I am moving,
Moving thru phases
The curtains caresses my face
Wings grow from my spine
I am reaching for the moon
It is in the sea
I run to the hills
The breeze calls me
The flowers bow before me
The pathways all cleared
A passenger of the wind
The rain drops touch my heart
The owls witness me
They follow a leaping soul
I reach the hills
I take my dive-
To the gape of the moon
I wake!
Caged still in this body
Still a prisoner!
But what crime has the soul
Condemned- to suffocate here?
No, no more!
No more a prisoner this
Perish, perishing, perished!
Sentenced to a lifetime-
No more, no more a prisoner this
The key is placed in thy hand!
I pull the body to it-
There it the soul does plead
There it the soul does scream
There it and until- shall be no peace
Just a small hole is needed
I’ll be free, free from this prison
Free to fly, drenched in the sea
To roll in the clouds,
To be a star-
Just a small hole,
Just a small hole it takes

Soul, O soul- ease this tempest
Soul, if peace does, show the grave
Silence is the language I spoke
Stitch me, save me from this end
You soul, you soul isn’t- yet grown
You shall be the bird-
But now you shall split your heart
You shall be a dolphin-
But now o soul you shall drown
You shall be a rose-
But now, if now you’ll rot in earth!
Where are you? Three steps hence
Mother, I mother thee o soul,
Pregnant ye
You are not enslaved-
Soul, o soul- the tempest splits me
Go to fly then, to the waters
The breeze awaits you-
But soul, if peace does, show the grave