Let go of the scrapthat-Idoma-geh
In my lifetime on earth 🌏
I have been broken into tiny bits
Lost part of myself;
unknowingly and some parts
Some I lent out and was returned.
How was it returned?
Broken , used , hmm most times damaged .
You see ba, no matter how big a mountain is , the more it is continuously broken down into bits to be processed , one day one day e go finish .
This is the story of my life so far .
So I console myself,
I gather the pieces I have left ,
I console myself again and call them vintage instead,
I try to patch up the pieces back
And my creator watches me in pity!
I have suffered in this endless cycle until I learnt ,
My friend , I came to understand the parts of me I wanted to cover ,
The new parts I try to revamp to the old me were a replacement.
It was compensation from my creator.
I let go of the scrap! I stopped patching up my life .
And then I saw the beauty in chaos .