By Hameedah Aruwa
I am learning that chaos
Could double as a lullaby
For a perturbed soul.
How you understand the
Mother tongue of strife
Is by eating from
The same plate as it.
In this house,
I am learning that a haven
Could metamorphose into a
Garden of thorns.
And the sun will only avail of its
Blessings after night goes backstage;
But in this house
Where nights often forget to leave,
And mornings prefer to
Appear in dreams–
We live,
Cradled in the arms of
Phantasm.
Hameedah Aruwa (she/her) is a poet and writer from Nigeria. Her works have been published in Praxis Magazine, Eboquills, Afro lit mag, Madrigal, the Hearth & elsewhere. You can find her on twitter @Ugbede_Aruwa & on IG @_aruwa_hameedah
