Abasiama Udom is a poet and writer. She currently is studying Education and has interests in matters of the afterlife, human nature, politics and creativity. When not writing Abasiama is sleeping, dancing or causing trouble. She can be found on Twitter @AneuPoet
WE DO NOT BELONG.
With eyes to see beyond the day,
hands with the speed of the tiger
I know for certain,
we do not belong here
where mortals dance and play
living for pleasure daily.
We do not belong in the drudgery of rest
of fantasies, dreams with eyes closed
for we dream with our eyes wide open
creators of worlds the world over.
We take you by the hand
lead you to anguish – pain
in the pages of a book
No! We do not belong here
in this playground for mortals
we go where men dread and angels dare
between earth and heaven we dwell
bodies out of a mortal body
beings finding space in one abode
all trying to survive.
We do not belong here
feet firmly planted on earth
We do not belong in time
for time is stopped, nature on recess.
We do not belong in the watery dispensation
in the ache, the thirst for water
for our soul is a spring ever dripping
you and I together, for our abode is within
the pages of a book, the contours of a story
the linings of a poem, the colours of a song
the tales of a painting, the silence of a play
the inner horrors of a comedy,
the spell of a romance,
the tunes of a mystery
the whispers in our heads,
we go where men dread and angels dare.
Our anguished bodies plod on in this time
awaiting divinity in outpouring,
You and I, We do not belong here.
Never have we belonged.