The past still prowls and haunts,
The trauma trails, tattooed.
Life wasn't laid out the same for those kids.
My life's a fleeting film, thirty seconds long
Shards of joy, clichés of sorrow's song.
I chased the ghost of grace I could not grasp,
Same soil, same scars, but seas apart in circumstance.
Now I gaze at fate's Medusa face,
Found peace in pages, not in paradise.
I'm forging the freedom
I failed to sail toward,
But this country, this Colossus, demands much more.
© Rapheal Oluwaseun ODELANA
2026
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