Poems on Tenacity

By Solape Adetutu Adeyemi

Hold on desperately

She holds on desperately 
To the unseeing eyes
To the uncaring heart
She holds on desperately
She knows it’s destructive
She knows it’s frustrating
Yet, she holds on desperately
Hopeful in the hopeless
Dependent on the undependable

Immortality

The urge to last forever
The need to be immortal
The words to last for generations
Drawing creations yet unborn
Those messages, those epistles
That ring in people's consciousness
That defies time and space
That defines the essence of immortality
That compel me through those outpourings
To be immortal

And severally
I try to reach for the phone
To call you
But, I am unsure of your reception
The few times I had called you
Your voice, your tone screamed cold indifference
But the urge to call rests strong upon me
No matter how much I struggle to repress it
Subconsciously, I reach again for the phone, hating myself and maybe, you
I check out your number
And peer at your face which you’ve used as your display picture
I tell myself....you’re not worth the trouble
And chant it several times
And then I let my phone lie 
But, my hand subconsciously reaches for it, again