*_SEVEN DAYS TRIAL_*
*COLLABORATIVE POEM BETWEEN*
*EASTER SENAMI*
*&&*
*SIKIRU ABDULLATEEF OYELAMI (THE MIGHTY INKER )*


*THE WEIGHT OF UNSEEN WINGS*

Feathered burdens clung to the wings,
Chopping them off bit by bit,
Like one would chop spring onions.

The wings had lost their power,
They sob and fume in silence,
How shame overwhelms the wings
When they realize they have lost the power of flight.

The wings must still find an aura,
A heaven’s hush to push them in a rush.
Even if the wings lack the sky,
They could still be seen as a weight that carries unseen wings.

Like wings never lose the gravity of hope.
You might be unseen now,
But do not let your weight define you.
Your weight is a voice that will still be known by the unknown.

*©Easter senami*


Yet in portal clouds, in the blue,
The wings flew as fast as sound,
Unseen, unnoticed, far from the
ground,
A sign of might and vision true,

And as midnight beams it's faded
ray,
In the air, the breeze passes the shallow
sea
And in silence, it sought high no one can
see,
The weight of unseen wings that bent through the darkest day

*© Sikiru Abdullateef oyelami ✍️ (THE MIGHTY INKER)*