Everywhere, but here...

Where am I, where did I come from, where am I heading, how do I get there?

Countless times I find myself wondering.
Is this it? Am I here?
Am I far or is it near?
The place where my heart will find her peace.
The place where my soul will finally rest
Where I will come tete-a-tete with my best
Version of me. 

I am learning to accept, but I disagree
With the degree of disappointment and uneasiness
That goes hand in hand with love and dreams
It appears to me nothing is what it seems
Because we now live in a world full of memes
And the adoration of extremes

I am not no supporter of complacency
I have been saying it all along
Me and Average don't get along
But not being average requires you to be so strong and alone

If I could, myself, I would clone 
So I would not constantly feel out of place
Or on the planet of earth misplaced by the lack of maturity
Required before bringing a child into the world. 

A world so disruptive and cold
That makes it hard for a person to want to grow old and grey
Because it feels...

It always feels like you are supposed to be made out of clay; molded and shaped by everyone else's thought of you.
Folding to the discouraging opinion of others
Life would be better and worth living if we helped and saw one another 
For who we really are and aspire to be

Instead, we all play it hardcore.
And break each other to the core 
Complain about what has been done to us before
Just to come back around and do the same thing times four

Why couldn't we just say that we are hurt, afraid, and temporarily...

Enslaved by our painful past
A past that can last until our last day our last breath 
Unless we puff up our chest 
And focus on what's next or even better now.

The now.

What if we all asked for help when we needed it?

I long for the day that I will say, I am here
And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else…

- Love Always- 

Jessica Ogunnorin

Written: 8/31/23

Published: 10/4/24