A Deep Cut Poem by Victoria Owombo

A Gouge so deep, Blood gushing,
It aches so deep, am in pain.
It bleeds like Ocean flowing and running,
Blood on the floor, just like rain.

What shall I do? Hasten up running,
Runneth to Okun to heal and have my confidence regain.
Heard the voice of Okun as it echoes from the ocean flowing,
The blood ceaseth, cleanse but alas I see my Vain.

A deep Cut, wide opened,
Leaving a scar which might not heal.
My body disfigured and I am hurting,
Who shall accept me with the Momento?

My soul is bruised, will thou heal?
A lattice of scar tissue formed, becoming a formidable cliff,
Strong that none durst approach,
Shall any dare to breach the cliff?

Lenify my scar and make thy wounds hale,
Tear the walls of Jericho.
I await to see my soul counterpart, maybe he shall come and shatter the crag,
When he cometh, my pain shall cease, Till then, A Deep Cut.

©️ VICTORIA K.OWOMBO (EMPRESS) .