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I know you hear these voices in your head
you hear their screams, their words
you see their colors, how sometimes they shine
like stars and now they beckon you, to come
with them, to be with them.
Do you know that I want to be your anchor
in this storm? your umbrella for this rain?
your shoulder for the tears? your pillow
for your head? your companion for when the
weariness sets in.
Let me in, let me be the one to bring the colors
to you, to show you the sunshine, to laugh with
while the wind slaps our back, to define happiness
to you in more than one language.
The demons are real but hold my hand, I’ll show
you the way out.
Author: Edaki Timothy
Edaki Timothy is a Nigerian student. His works have appeared in The Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine online, EverGreen Poetry Journal and forthcoming on Sub-Saharan Magazine and Agbówó.