Nirvana- Poetry

Identity… is not just a name
It’s a face, a soul, spirit contained in a body
A laughter resurrected by experiences, memories.

My childhood,
The rain as it splattered against my skin, I remember
The exact ring of laughter,
The colour of my underwear a dying shade of pink almost unsure of its clan

Is it pink?
Was it red?
Is that white?
We played in that mud

Ran in that rain, the September rain
The particular rain that made my skin whimper
How is it possible? A child’s skin hated the rain?
Nobody understood it

Oh the primitive minds of these villagers
Wait till I get to Lagos, they will know what to do, then I can stop suffering the torture of this firewood over my skin every time my skin rose higher than it should
But I danced in that rain. Regardless of the pain that followed afterward

I danced in that rain, regardless of the many times my skin rebelled
I loved the water and I know she loved me
Our union was forbidden and my skin tried to tell me
They would not understand how quickly she gave me peace
They would not understand how swiftly she took me to peace

Nirvana
The pureness of her soul, the richness of her embrace
If I finally decided I was coming home I would choose her
My ticket to redemption

My escape from the chaos
I would sink
Deep in her arm
And away she would take me to that paradise unknown

If I finally decided to come home
I would choose her
My ticket to peace forever

 

 

ABOUT SONIA NWOSU
To get why I write the way I do, here’s a few things to know about me:

I’m all about stories; I see them everywhere. I enjoy conversations with myself and sometimes with people. I enjoy music and literature that are quite melancholic. I enjoy staring at water and listening to the rain; they are both calming

Most of what I write is based off of things I either have seen happen or imagined happened.

I love poetry!
I am ridiculously shy and my dance moves are just as awkward as I am social. I enjoy a good laugh. I have a lot of friends only I can see and most times, I’m pretty much wrapped up in my own universe. I enjoy Rick and Morty, I love comics and I can give a good argument as to why I think the joker is the best villain ever. If you ever meet me, I’d probably be laughing.

I’m 5’3.8, horrible at sports and my fashion sense is caught between homeless and hippie.
The only stable relationship I’ve ever been in is with Christ and I owe the stability to Him because He gets me like nobody else and loves me regardless.

My worst word in the English dictionary is ALMOST and my favorite word is REGARDLESS.