When Things Fall Apart

Until when would we desist to exist in the era of endless

circles—where our dreams are a bag that we twisted around for too long—

With the fear of settling outside its circumference the threat of breaking away, taking the step?

Would the time ever come to leave this bunker—the

tiny Goliath door—hanging loosely, between the life we

would love to live, filled with the twilight of our most real

imaginations, the wildest depth of our souls and dreams?

What if one day, this circle gets blown to

splinters—like all the “life's not hard" paintings

mama taught my head to recite-were unmasked

under blue lights in the dark-by our fear

missile and the bunker are raided by the heat of reality

What if our dead dreams—bored of staring at the

 rusting roof of their housing—are ready for

resurrection—the same one we hide them from?

About the writer

Sakeenah Kareem is a 16-year-old writer, poet and public speaker. She is a passionate learner and an advocate of justice, fairness, liberty and tranquillity. 

She is currently pursuing her first degree at the University of Ibadan, in the communication and language arts discipline. Sakeenah is a lover of nature, scenery, and family.