Balloons and Identity-Me

By Peace Nkeiruka Maduako

Balloons

If there's pain in your soul,
Let it go.
If you're hurting on the inside,
Let it go.
Like balloons left to the wind,
Let it go,
When they fly they become a sight,
Let it go.
Up to the clouds far far away,
Let it go.
With some tears and some grace,
Let it go.
Life goes on day by day
So let it go.
Let your pain be like balloons,
Let it go.
Pink, purple, orange and green,
Let it go...
Let it go.

Identity–Me

I'm math,
The average of calculus,
The ends of trigonometry.
You cannot understand me,
Not so easily.

I'm a mystery box
With seven perfect locks,
Sealed with blood,
You cannot touch me,
I burn with flames.

Watch me from afar,
I will see you seeking
With your heart borne bare,
I will open my door,
You will be mine.

Peace Nkeiruka M. is a Nigerian writer who spends most of her leisure time reading and writing creative works. Inspired by arts that tell stories in themselves and the feeling of taking hot tea on drizzly mornings, she has written works featured on Kalahari Review, SpillWords press, Heart Of Flesh Literary Journal, Calla Press, ClayJar Review and more. She has a page ‘PeaceGirl works’ where she posts her writings and runs a journal, SweetSmell Journal. She has also authored ebooks, ‘I Come Home’ and ‘Like I Do.’