Slow Is Not Low Poem by Lamina Ifeoluwa

Slow is not Low!
Sharper in silence,
Gutted with words,
Picking up the pieces
Like a shriveled edge sword
Slowly, depression became the bane of my existence


Faith is now my teacher
A light to my world out
Though my ego puffed at me like a preacher
As days were too loud

So I reckoned with my thoughts
That came flooding in slowly
You would bask in tales of victory
Like an ocean whose bank has no end
And flourish like the perennials

Because no lines are made without dots
So does beauty reside in nicely crafted pots
©2017