She believed there was more to life than this

That there was more to her than who she was at this very moment

Who she’s loved

Who she’s called Friend

What she calls home

Diluted happiness

This is NOT it

It can’t be it

She mourned the days that never were



She kept pounding

Believing that there was magic in her fists

Escorted by a ceaseless crescendo

That would turn this monotonous wall

Into the most breathtaking masterpiece she’d ever laid eyes upon

Written by Tamica Nicole © 2016
Photo Credit: Nairaland

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