Let's seat on the grass
And mourn all that we've lost;
The years we let roll by us
Refusing to stand for our beliefs
As it was much easier to leave things to fate
Than to take over from them.
Let's mourn the decisions we scorned
For being ruled by fear
We chose to seat by the seashore
Rather than venture into waves to discover life.
Let's sit and mourn
The gold eternally buried
As we chose the path of nonchalance
Rather than mine the treasures in us.
We mourn our dreams
Not those we had in the dead of night
But those imprinted on our hearts
Dreams we starved of drive
And watched nonplussed as they died.
Let's visit the cemetery
For 'tis a land blessed with treasures
Invaluable gems and potentials
That man refused to give out
And took with him to the grave.
It's the close of day
And we've got nothing to show for it
Not a life we've touched
Nor legacies laid down
Nor a blessing to our generation
We've got nothing but regrets.
For blinded by timidity
We refused to acknowledge the diamonds in us
And chose to settle for wood shavings.
Now that it's all over
We see the futility of fear
For it restrains and gives reasons for our incapabilities
And now we know
That there's nothing to fear but fear itself.

© Victoria Omoghena Edidi