should end
with a sigh of relief
for all my troubles

shaved my head for it
rushed out unbathed for it
skipped Church
Lord, I'm sorry for everything.

the number of times
I have checked my phone is unhealthy
for a beep
for a message
for a sign that it's over

it's over and I can breathe
I can come alive and be
what the Creator made me to be
A son with a voice
A pen with no ending
A healing hand
and everything beautiful


© I.K Inyang