For you
I twisted a route to my heart
hoping to find you when I get home
at least, sitting on my soul with your smile &
silent glee, with holes that won’t be hidden.
you came with my bones, my blood & your crafts.
For you
I lost every war I could have won
willing to be the vanquished
and you, the victor.
You won, and made me your slave
your words became bigger than my sacrifices
your victory, our victory, were the dangling chains
around my wrist and feet.
For you
I fought with an arrow in a gun battle
I stabbed chests
I watched souls die
I wore blood as garment
but I couldn’t penetrate the tower
surrounding your own heart
I’m not made of stone
I’m an arrow.
Arrows don’t fight all battles.
Obasi Light is a writer and a designer who finds solace in art and it’s creativity. He paints with words and explores the realms of life through literature. Thoroughly immersed in his love for literature, he brings nature to light and imaginations to life.