Rachel Ikemeh Poems

On the brink,
Only thirsty for a drink,
Once the parched can but think,
Onwards panting for water, even milk,
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Bid me to abide a moment longer
Entreat me to stay a day longer
For in your countenance I go stronger
For truly not in vain I'm a sojourner
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You remind me of a butterfly
…yes, of a butterfly in its life phases

You remind me of a butterfly
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The four seasons have been impressing upon us
For years, as if to say we're not listening
To the melodious symphony in tune to a chorus
‘Will come in due season and just in time'
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I woke up not to the familiar chirping sounds of songful birds
this morning's dew washes my drowsy eyes to see
something I seemed to have missed all along.
that thin fine line between good old self-esteem and everything else
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You and I see, speak face to face
Words - knows what the other will say
Word for word
Thoughts - or is about to say
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