An army of voices screaming in my head
A never-ending chit-chat by a crowd of unknown people.
Strange faces I see in my bed,
An image of someone long dead or a shadow chasing behind my back.
Am scared to tell my own story,
Because the rest of the world would only assume that am crazy.
And now, here I come dream-giver
To lay off my burdens and ask of you two things:
That you lead me to a place of comfort and serenity
Where all voices are mute except yours;
That you give me a new dream each night
Where I can see me touching the skies and kissed by the moon.
Would you help me
Or treat me with disdain just like everyone else?
Ebenezer Akinrinade (CYFI Fellow)