A Picture Album

If my life was a picture album

I think the first page 

Would be of broken glass ceilings

Shattering into wild uneven pieces

Too jagged for mother's stitches

It would be fragile and brittle

Like a mother telling a child

Not to drop a plate.

The second page

Would be little insecure fragments

Of swept pieces, those we cling to

The ones I am too afraid to remove

Because I might step on them and blood would drip.

The third page

A hazy picture

Vague like a day after rain

Like wiping water off a rear mirror

Like waking up too suddenly 

And attempting to see.

About the writer

Ifeoma Ogiji is a lover of art and everything creative. She divides her time between writing, crocheting and reading. Her works have been published or are forthcoming on Penpalafrica blog and Reedsy. She writes beautiful seething stories, most of them live in her head rent free.