In a fractured world of glowing screens,
Where silence is swallowed by digital screams,
We dance on the edge of a pixelated sea,
Searching for meaning in what we can’t see.
The weight of the world spins heavy on hearts,
As we sift through the noise, where connection departs;
A selfie’s reflection masks stories untold,
While loneliness lurks in the shadows of bold.
The clock ticks away in its monotonous haste,
Enticing us all with its relentless taste,
Yet beneath every hour, a whisper persists,
Of dreams that are buried in the fog and the mist.
Mountains of stress loom like towering skies,
As youth holds their breath, under hope’s weary sighs;
Yet flickers of strength rise like dawn through the night,
In compassion’s embrace and the will to ignite.
We grapple with truths that challenge our grace,
In a maze of opinions, we search for a space,
Where empathy blooms, unfurling its wings,
In a symphony woven from hearts, that still sing.
Let us weave through the chaos, with threads of our past,
Finding solace in story, in shadows we cast;
For within every struggle, our courage will rise
And in the heart’s rhythm, we’ll dance till sunrise.
So rise up ,challenges will not stand
We shall reap the labour of our hands
Overcoming every storms that will reach its ending
And our hearts will encounter peace unending
MARYANN BOSAH 