Author: Alhaji Imam Alusine Khairaba Mansaray
The pain!
It cuts deep.
A wound like none before.
Yet familiar,
For I’ve known pain.
They think I’m blind,
Deaf to their whispers,
Blind to their steps.
But I see,
I hear.
Their false smiles,
Their hollow words.
I watch,
As they move through shadows,
Believing I am the fool.
But I know.
I always knew.
My candle burns low now,
It gleams in their dark.
One day, it will go out.
Not for them.
Not for the lies they breathe,
Nor the games they play.
I will find others.
Gentle souls,
Untouched by deceit.
Where truth is spoken softly,
And kindness doesn’t wear a mask.
I will stand among them,
In light,
In peace.
No longer a stepping stone,
In a garden of thorns.
I will rise,
Among the flowers,
With those who truly see.
One day,
They will look for my light.
But it will no longer shine for them.
It will shine elsewhere,
Brighter than ever,
With those who deserve its warmth.
And in that moment,
I will be free.
Free from their shadows,
Free from their lies.
A new dawn will rise.
And I,
With my flame,
Will walk in its light.
