Gerald Opio Poems

A teenage girl strolling down the street
Looking around the city and it's outskirts
Meditating in the process
She gazes at the sky and smiles
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There has never been a time
or will there be a time,
when my heart will allow me
to love less or reciprocate less
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Through the valleys,
I walk...
its darkness threatens me not,
because life has suckled me bone-dry.
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Everyday,
You wake up,
You brush,
Go to work,
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A love never anticipated
One never presumed
As a mystery it happens
Twisting all dimensions
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At a certain point in time, there was that young me, so inquisitive and curious.
Always seeking out for new adventures, scenarios and experiences.
So naive and ingenious I was, accompanied with a timid mind that was afraid of exploring new things.
I would talk to myself, inform of mediation, just to help me gather some balls.
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How hard is holding on?
When all you get is being pushed away
By the people you love and cherish
A heart wrecking moment it is
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I will love you.
But not how I used to love.
Because my heart was toyed with.
My past has been so cruel to me.
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When I am down - I revert to my pen and paper ~ inscribing all my weary thoughts on a scroll.
So relinquishing it is - writing connotes therapy ~ alleviating to our crushed spirits.
Dewy-eyed while writing - tears dropping on paper ~ drying in due time courtesy of the sun's scorching heat.
Appending indelible ink on paper - indefinite reference written ~ storing all the pain felt permanently.
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As I catch up to a night coffee
While sitting on the couch
By eight o'clock in the evening
Momma joins me
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