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Worlds Apart

****This poem is not written to console you but to slap you back to reason****

**Let us pray first** The road to success is not straight There is a curb called **Failure** A loop called **Confusion** Speed bumps called **Friends** Red lights called **Enemies** Caution lights called **Family** You will have flat tyre called **Jobs** But if you have a spare tyre called **Determination** ; An engine called **Perseverance**; insurance called **faith** and a driver called **Jesus** You will make it to a place called **Success** in Jesus mighty name, **Amen**.  ............................................................................

Three worlds with One soul I live in the unknown world before now A world that even the fathers before my fathers could not define A world of space and time The limitless world of possibilities I lived in that world for nine months In the jurisdiction of the placenta Under the rule of the Uterus I was banished from that world I left that world with pains in my heart And chains on my Lips I still romance myself with the memories of the wonders of that world   Oh! I remember I remember vividly I had no reason to work No reason to strive Neither was there a reason to worry about the future Oh! What a world Where emotions were far fetched A world without thoughts A world with wondrous growth A world engulfed with tranquillity and prosperity  Whenever I ponder about that world I wonder about it agendas Oh! Cursed be the day Cursed be the day My sentence was passed in the court of the womb When mercy ran so far away That my host rained curses upon the initiator of my being Being uttered out By the uterus And flogged for a crime I know not of With the aid of the Umbilical cord To cuddle me into a new world A world which welcomed me With a tap to hear me cry as a welcome note of speech

Oh! Now I hear yet of another world to be journeyed into when the breath of this one forsakes me A world centred on the choices and actions I made in the previous world A world believed to be supreme A world with a supreme being to Judge me based on The level of the purity My heart had attained A world unseen yet believed to be Because it has always been before the being of any being And Believed of being the ultimate source of the existence of other worlds A world of eternity A world with a prison for the wicked souls Govern by a master of ruthlessness A master who has attained degrees in the School of cruelty A master whose Home is built on and of fire yet unquenchable

Here I stand Told of freewill Yet compelled to decide the end point of my existence.

Have you ever stopped for a second to ask yourself where you come from? Like what that world of emptiness was like. How your life was over there. This poem is drafted to arrest those thoughts. Most of all, capture the uncertainties of life and the judgement that comes when dead takes us to another world.   The poem aptly harmonizes the curiosity housed by humanity and how to best live a worthy life on earth. It also points to the fact that regardless of how you live your life on earth; you are either a candid of hell or heaven. Hence, whichever world you choose to embrace is entirely up to you.   **What are your thoughts on this?** Do well to share in the comment section. Thank you for reading. Kindly subscribe for more poems, articles, and stories. Do have a wonderful day ahead.