A good life, I desire;
Where worries and discomfort
hold no grounds.
A troubled heart is
no man’s wish -
Storms with no bounds.
 
I flap away
from prying nights
of guilt sedentary.
Away,
from realms
where doubt and unbelief
weaken the might.
 
Blind to terrors,
I seek peace in bits
of silver linings,
Where haunting plagues
become history.
 
© Oluwatobiloba Akinnate
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