A poem by Emmanuel Osunde

Up and down like the running host of the friendly but unfriendly shower of the seasonal land

This is a storyline I find to be bitter but sweet to those who never new what I had to undergo just to look fly

Insecurity was something I have become pals with never having a settling mind to call peace of my

I have found myself on a journey I think I will never return from

if they were at all a place of peace from where I am to where I am heading, let the drums beat and echo the name of a trouble soul

let there be a welcoming for a lost and troubled soul.