for heaven delivered me unto the bosom of the peccable.
I bathed in the Acheron under their shadows,
bequeathing me a muddled state, wondering if kindness merited such requital.
A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow,
yet my own torment transcended this unsurpassed anguish.
In persecution, my palms were pierced by envy's spiteful arrow,
hanging loosely by the cloak of pride in continued languish.
In my ailing cot, I wrestled tempestuous pangs,
rocking my hull in a hot-tempered routine.
But the Lamb steered me towards comforting plains,
with the devoted care from the elements unseen.
For as the maiden screams whilst in Labour,
after her hour, she remembereth no more for joy turns tears to vapour.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
First published by HEBE poetry magazine, United Kingdom. 1st July, 2017.
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