My Feelings and I by Bello Ariyo



I found my lost
discovered my search
My feelings I build from scratch.

Like the parable of the sower
My feelings scattered all over
But still I am not sober
'cause it's a House built out of memories
Rooms filled with futures. 

It's the language of self
But an expression of me
Words with placed position
Accurate how it heals. 

My feeling is one of the two parts of me
Both knowing the truth; both having time.
Small steps, footprints to follow
hand in hand we shine till tomorrow.

We cry but no tears in sight / A cry in the dark
you don't know what it means
My Feelings listen in silence
I think. I think a lot
But I feel more.

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