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Nursing student, poet and writer @ Unity College of Nursing Sciences Bwari
Abuja, Nigeria
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ONE BECAME A THRONE
<p style="text-align: center; "><strong>ONE BECAME A THRONE</strong></p><p>My new home welcomed us</p><p>With familiar soil but unfamiliar burdens.</p><p>when the house that contained six people shrunk, and four kids began to share the weight of one bed,</p><p>When my father sat home, hope no longer reached his eyes.</p><p>When my mother became the head and carried the weight meant for both.</p><p>Yet,</p><p>through it all,</p><p>my ink never ran dry, my dreams filled every page.</p><p>I dreamt of changing our lives through my words.</p><p>I did not turn a blind eye to my mother, whose waist ached and palms smelled of antiseptic.</p><p>Yet she still walked into our home with hope.</p><p>Between us lived an unspoken understanding</p><p>But when opportunity arrived wearing my name, I was at loss for words.</p><p>I stood where ambition finally met with responsibility.</p><p>One dream called my heart, the other called my conscience, both carried weight.</p><p>My mother looked into my eyes.</p><p>She said she would never stop me from chasing my dreams.</p><p>She was ready to carry weight for my sake.</p><p>Then she smiled, the kind of smile that begged without asking.</p><p>It was then I decided to bury one dream.</p><p>I buried it believing I was attending its funeral.</p><p>My words remained, though my path changed.</p><p>Years later, </p><p>I discovered I had not buried a dream.</p><p>I had planted a seed.</p><p>My father's smile slowly reached his eyes and remembered its way home.</p><p>My mother's shoulder rested, and my siblings chased their own dreams as mine became a bridge.</p><p>My pen still created worlds,</p><p>my ideas still finished pages, and a dream I thought I buried grew like a wildflower among sunflowers.</p><p>They said I was stuck between two stools.</p><p>They never waited long enough for one to become a throne, watered by the seed I thought I had buried.</p><p><br/><strong>I wrote this for a WRITING COMPETITION I joined ,I wrote a poem which had a limit of a maximum of 300 words and minimum of 150 words which the rules stated.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG-20260714-WA0003.jpg"/></p><p><br/><br/></p>
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