
[From WTAF]
*The Closest I Was To Heaven*
I was panting heavily by the
time I had reached
the mountain top.
Before I could catch my breath,
I fell!
I fell into a
spellbind at the sight
of Yelwa under my feet.
The view from up
there was so breath taking
it was almost
impossible to catch my breath.
I slowly sat down on
the sultry bare rock,
without taking my eyes off the
view_ I couldn’t take that risk.
For every millisecond
that my eyelids
closed for a blink,
it felt like I had lost
a painful ton of sensation.
Tears had already
tricked down to my chin
when I realized I was crying.
Just as it was
when cisplatin had trickled
down the drip set
before I realized that
I was dying.
Then I closed my eyes,
I shut then so tightly.
The weight
of my troubles were
heavy on my eyelids,
the mass of my fears was big;
It occupied every space
in my heart
but at that moment
my fears didn’t matter.
Up here I could breath,
I could take in breaths
that were less painful
and a bit more blissful.
Up here I could think,
I could think thoughts
that were less suicidal
and a bit more peaceful.
I was high above
all the chaos down there.
Two hundred meters above
all my cares.
I looked
at how mountains surrounded
Bauchi and for
that moment I felt
secure; I felt_ safe.
I looked
down at the people,
like ants; walking below
and for that moment
I felt_ brave.
It was the closest
I have felt to heaven.
I’m now back on my death bed.
Normal saline tricking
down the drip set
into my veins.
I’m just as close to heaven
as I was
when I was on the mountain top.
*©GOSPELWORDS*
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