She is deeply troubled and her thoughts echoed thunder
She is so young but she can't help but wonder
Why adulthood was conferred on her as she wander
Troubles at every corner after moments of relief
Health challenges plagued her mother
Insurgencies claimed her father's houses
Everything happening beyond her control
She tried to stay strong but those tears won't stop rolling
The government isn't helping matters; not like they've ever helped
Left at a crossroad between what's right and necessary
If thoughts could be heard, I'm sure we'd block our ears
At the turmoil of noises coming from her thoughts
She wanted to channel it into prayers but she lacked strength
Life confer on us what we aren't ready for just yet
Maybe that's life's way of speeding up our growth
Because we have been lacking or moving slow?
No one seem to understand how life works sometimes
We can only pray, hope for the best while making most of what we have left

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.