Should I fail to say these words
That are etched upon my soul,
If I should fail to give voice
To the thoughts that wrangle for space within my head,
If I should fail to give birth to the dreams, in streams of eloquent consciousness
That run after me,
I would have died a thousand deaths.
I would meld within me,
And evaporate to nothingness.
I would implode.
An empty carcass of being.
Leaving nothing behind,
For you to feel me.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha