UNBROKEN COLORS

“I was never supposed to see this, My mind wanted nothing to do with this figure but my eyes kept betraying me,

I could have cast my gaze on any other thing but this,

A man’s partly lifeless body, his bleeding head frame and his twitching fingers, laying in the corner,

It reminded me of a dead part of me, My heart, motionless and cold, spending every day, fighting to be loved, 

How it bled and quivered anytime it saw this man

How much my heart wanted to be free, to be broken from this seething inferno that is my marriage, to live everyday like it was it’s best, how did I end up here?

But who would have seen this first, if not I, his killer,

This man was my husband and a chronic abuser...

Oh!, The ecstasy that comes with being a free woman, should I have done this many moons ago?”  I recited in a low tone as I read from my diary, they were the last words I had written in it. 

As I sat there, enjoying the serenity of my being alone and feeding off the unending idyllic aura, I heard a knock on the door, I opened it only to reveal my drunken husband, he pushed me aside in a haste as he muttered ‘stupid slut’ repeatedly under his breath. 

 As I closed the door gently in a bid not to upset him with the sound, I thought to myself ‘how convenient life would be if the last words in my diary were my reality, oh!, how much a handful of tranquility my life will be,’ I then smiled, hopeful, that in ensuing times, I’d be basking in an ample supply of liberty. 

CHINWEKENE DANIEL UMEAKA❤️