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Student @ Adekunle Ajasin university Akungba akoko
COURAGE
<p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">*"Courage" —For the buried girl who learned to call for backup_</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">Flying around the courtyard, </p><p style="text-align: left;">Mounting the walls — </p><p style="text-align: left;">Shadows of the old me still circling, </p><p style="text-align: left;">Clawing at the stones like they own this place. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">I remember when these walls were my whole world. </p><p style="text-align: left;">When the sky was a rumor I stopped believing in. </p><p style="text-align: left;">When silence wasn’t peace — it was punishment. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">Tied down. Screaming out. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Rope biting into wrists, into ankles, into hope. </p><p style="text-align: left;">No soul out here to save me, </p><p style="text-align: left;">To beat the monsters that lived in my head </p><p style="text-align: left;">And the ones that wore familiar faces. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">I thought courage meant not screaming. </p><p style="text-align: left;">I thought it meant swallowing the sound, </p><p style="text-align: left;">Making myself small enough that the chains didn’t rattle. </p><p style="text-align: left;">I was wrong. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">Courage is screaming anyway. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Courage is the sound echoing off these walls </p><p style="text-align: left;">Until something — someone — answers. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">She is breaking. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The girl I buried years back is breaking out. </p><p style="text-align: left;">She is hurting. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Years of hurt, pressing against her ribs like a second heartbeat. </p><p style="text-align: left;">She is sobbing. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Not weak sobs. The kind that split earth and let light in. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">She needs you. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The you I stopped talking to when I went silent. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The you I thought wouldn’t understand. </p><p style="text-align: left;">She needs us. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The “us” I forgot existed when the monsters got loud. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The “us” that’s been here the whole time, waiting to be called. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">Come, come, come. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Not later. Not when I’m better. Not when I’m healed. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Come now — to the courtyard, to the mess, to the breaking. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">With us together, </p><p style="text-align: left;">My shaking hands and your steady ones, </p><p style="text-align: left;">My screaming and your listening, </p><p style="text-align: left;">My buried and your believing — </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">We can fight together. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Not pretty fighting. Not clean fighting. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The kind where we drag each other out of the dark </p><p style="text-align: left;">And call it love. And call it grace. And call it _enough_. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">We can win. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Not because the monsters disappear. </p><p style="text-align: left;">But because we stop facing them alone. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Because the courtyard stops being a prison </p><p style="text-align: left;">And becomes Glory House — </p><p style="text-align: left;">A place with cracks where the light gets in, </p><p style="text-align: left;">A place with echoes that answer, </p><p style="text-align: left;">A place where _she_ is no longer tied down. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">We can win. </p><p style="text-align: left;">We _will_ win. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Because courage was never the absence of fear. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Courage was saying her name out loud: </p><p style="text-align: left;">_Come._ </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br/></p><p style="text-align: left;">---</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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