She stopped halfway
and admired the chandelier.
she wrote something on the wall.
that night, her heart was broken again.
"if tonight, you look through the mirror
and it hurts you, fix the reflection-
fix yourself; mirrors don't lie"
so she wrote, and died.
shadows don't sleep
and they know how it feels
to walk the nights in your shoes.
so ask yours tonight how old you are.
my grandma is sixty
she looks young and pretty;
and you were born in the nineties
but your soul stinks of dirt, and rust.
you have held your wrongs for so long
and they begin to hurt, eating deep
into your body, and mind-
you have really aged.
the sun shines at dawn,
let the beam break you loose
so you may stop numbering days
and live: laugh, dance, now while you can.
Micheal Ace is a poet and writer from Ibadan, Nigeria. He has authored two poetry chapbooks Sermon from a Stammerer and Scarlet Silk. His works have been published on several local and foreign journals, reviews and magazines. He believes that the world is too complex for a pen to remain idle.