True contentment will come when we bury pretense and resurrect our flaws
bare as we can be
Every time I sit reminiscing of me being Moses
Drawn out from the first seed my Mother ever nurtured
As I look back with a multitude of four holding the hem of my garment
Will I ever part this red sea of expectations?
Is the rod in my hand potent enough to break my fear like bread?
Will I ever see Canaan?
And do my parents bank their hope on me who is yet guaranteed of a sunny sky
My vision is blur
Even a thousand lenses can’t capture this state of chaos I drown in
All the world sees is a fresh black bearded youth
But beneath are strands of anxiety dragged daily into the mud
My hope sits on a wheel chair
And there’s none to steer me into the river when it is troubled
My mind is crowded
Starving needing to be fed with assurance
Perhaps 5 loaves of strength and 2 lifelines
And don’t worry; I could still keep the fragments
To keep me sane and healthy
To fill me when empty
Bare as I can be
Muse – @bernushie
Bernard Ushie is a budding photographer, a photo model, a video editor and cinematographer.
Photographer – @i_am_oti