INSPIRATIONAL! LORD, ARE YOU THERE? - Chioma Omalicha

Lord,
Can we talk?
Can we bolt locks
Shut curtains
Drop words
And tell each other
What is and what's not?
Can we really talk?
Lord,
Can I speak with all sincerity
Dip my pen in ink ready to re-arrange piorities
Dig out thoughts buried in thoughts
Cry a river
Talk till I stammer?
Can I tell you what I told me?
Can we just talk?
Lord,
The brick walls of my heart
Break and in my pieces crack
Can I just let it fall
Cause my words come like a mighty flood that can no
longer be held back?
Can we talk the talk?
Lord,
I took pills like a full course meal
Injections designed my butt
Results of similar sort stacked in my shelf
Making a library of several doctors report.
I have given cocks to IKenna of Nngwa
Cow legs to Eze Nwanyi of Agulu
Five pig tails to Eze mmuo of Ozubulu
I have bathed with fifteen black soaps
Drank drinks darker than coal
Slept on Hay
Eaten varieties in plates made of clay.
Lord,
Yes I compromised
And from the depths of my heart I apologise.
I break down every alter not of you
I surrender, please make me more like you.
Lord,
It's been twenty years, five months, two weeks and
now.
It is now a MR and MR Nwosu house.
I have in so long never slept merrily,
Lord is this my cross till eternity?
I am now titled the cursed man
Blessed with portable breast.
Oh I have been an IYAWO
and never an IYA of a child for too long.
Lord,
I weep in my sleep
I grieve in my dreams
My bones are weak
My eyes sullen
My life is no better than a lifeless being.
Lord,
Why can't I carry what my mother carried when she
carried me?
What plague do I bare?
What did I do wrong?
Lord,
I have not come to throw questions.
I have come that I might be;
A greater SARAH
A wiser ESTHER
A patient RACHAEL
A fruitful HANNAH
I am here like;
A listening SAMUEL
A thankful DAVID
A faithful JOB
A believing PETER.
Lord,
Break this shackles
Bend rules
Do the impossible
Bless my womb.
Lord,
Are you there?
Are you listening?
Please say something
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