As the dawn fell upon the land
A sight I could never phantom
People with spirits, lacking a soul
Whose silent footsteps left a mark of pain on my soul.
They walked past me never stopping to ask for help
Heads held down as in a prayer
But this was not so
There I stood contemplating what the problem was
I heard it coming from not too far away
I swear I heard it
I traced the sound with my ears, my feet following suit
Racing breaking my own speed limit
What I saw before me barely separated, but that was all it took
They were far away enough to see what they had caused
But not near enough to partake in it
I saw the people being thrown off the edge, swimming to shore
Bearing the same expression on their faces
Invoking joy in those who had pushed them off
I do not know where I got the strength
But I flew, Yes I did!
Bridging the cap, I was almost there, I swear I was!
I felt my wings being clipped
My efforts to help stamped on and extinguished like a match stick
Before I was cast back whence I came from
I bore the mark of shame, of failure
I looked at my destroyed wings
Would I ever get the strength to grow them back out again?
© 2017 NAOMI ADENIJI